• This darkness, this despair,
    without so much as a shy glare.
    Is there even a way out?
    One without possible doubt.
    The invisible weight on my eyes
    gets heavier as do my sighs.
    What is this that I feel?
    That my happiness it does steal.
    Feeling like a massive boulder,
    as if I am the burden on another's shoulder.
    No fame, no glory
    can stop this despair's story.
    How much will my heart bleed
    when I fail the ones I need?
    My eyes fail to burn
    when I am with no one to turn.
    I'll have to move this stone,
    fail or succeed myself alone.