
All alone in ghostly room I suffer.
Dept of thoughts getting louder.
Brief shadow plays with my heart.
As I feel, my soul falls apart.
My life really was not that great.
Pain consumes me and it does not take a break.
I scream, I want to live!
It gets darker in my mind of feel..
My footsteps touches his grave.
I never knew why he was so brave.
I search for the light at the tunnel end,
there is none, why should I pretend?
Slowly everything I knew, I forgot.
Will memory on me also be lost?