All around, the storm clouds gather.
My fear grows as an avenging shadow
falls against my naked soul.
It grips, and darkly tugs at my essence.
It strikes me, and wounds my soul.
As my life drips to the wicked earth that is my prison.

In a frenzy I feel like running,
I cry out, Why?!
While Death’s shadow looms over me,
and taking my unwilling hand.
Now alone,
my fervent pleas fall upon blind eyes.

This is my doom,
a never ending dread, hell.
I follow nothing but smoke,
down deeper into my mood.