Dismal Reality

The mild image of rolling grasslands, the fine moisture of morning dew Water so cool and calm Thoughts so distant from me now, as I'm forced back to my hell Now I lay here battered and bruised Forgotten by all I thought who cared Pondering about what will happen to my insignificant soul Apprehensive if I will overcome this feeling My eyes vacant, the color stolen from me My heart beats faster, for the happiness it knew has been diminished I am too exhausted to move, I can hardly breathe My tattered body lies frail on the harsh ground of my hell The abundant air surrounds my body And bares down with a living weight The darkness slowly crushes my frame As panic of my life, flows through my still veins Fear has captured my every movement, Each delightful thought just brings back more dreadful memories No one is here to save me What I see, is what I feel Each breath I take, becomes each movement I take My cries soundless, My voice killed in all of my words Will I be commended to live here for eternity? Where joy disintegrates and sadness absorbs me? Living this life must be familiar, for the aid of this anguish is lost Each day passes and my hopes are destroyed Pleasure is crushed in my dismal world, Sadness is ample yet daily I forgive the evil of men as they have endured more anguish than me This world is like an abyss. The abyss I will finally escape from The suffering is finally over, and now I'm covered in joy As the grasslands and the moisture of dew float into my body I feel the light from above, and finally discover that I have reached my heaven