In a heavy world
the nice word breaths
But I cannot feel, anything is real

My light has gone
and my goal has perished
and all is blended apart
everything I've cherished

is lost

I have these thoughts
that makes me stumble
and I have these secrets
in my hearts that rumbles

as per say,

The man I knew is gone
the enemy has Won

Who can say?
Can I, still.. prevail?

Who can cause the spree?
that is my vic..to..ry!