We step to far sometimes,
Falling and collapsing into a abyss of madness.
Where there is nothing more but abstract thoughts so deep,
It's nothing but pitch black and sadness.
Almost like a room with no lights, but to only use the five senses.
We are lost and destroyed,
By the walls chosen to be build around us,
Leaving ourselves cadged in the inside alone and abandoned.
A cold and lonely feeling, giving chills up the spine.
With nothing on grasp to touch,
But the deepest memories we call "mine".
The balance space between what is left and what is now gone,
Was transformed into a small bright light of happiness and hope,
We build in a pit of madness.