• Full of fear I am.
    Full of hopelessness.
    The feel of nothing I can do.
    What the hell landed me this mess?

    Serenity in a pill,
    Instead, I may not wake.
    What kind of cure is this?
    This type of faith is fake.

    Solace is a burden now,
    No way can I enjoy.
    My body cannot move.
    The present can forever destroy.