• May I ever see the blinding light?
    I ponder the thought so many times.
    Day and night.



    Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
    The clock threatens me, keeps me from all I can be.
    It isn't enough.
    Not enough.



    I can't get through the misery of this despair and loss.
    It won't bring me down.
    Not like that.
    No.



    Break free from the routine.
    Bloom and show all.
    For this is all of all that is.
    The dark will make me strive for success.
    No more.
    No more.



    Wait no longer, show all.
    Show all.
    That's it.
    Simple.
    Clean.
    Melody of the lost.