And Now I Lay

Sound so ruptured in this silk; made by woven flowers that have become prosier, together bind and cover the lost of growing roots. Darkness fell open my eyes, with the entrance of this world of sulk; emptiness is glared upon me by those of names forgot. Such harshness are these yells. They speak of lust, greed, and lies; the very things that keep them starved and blinded thrive. I cannot sense the things that made me live, happiness, hope, and love... where were these treasured item thrown, for I can't reach above. I roam in a solitude that is not known to my mind, but my body wanders instinctively to the smell of suicide; ...what is this place...I now stand in front my grave... As I see me laid to sleep... What misfortunes have I made? Please O God...my soul to keep...please wake me from this place!