Fear arrived to pain's there'shold
At the end of the false path
At the beginning of the black outcome

Because right where you are
There's no air, but pressure
Nor brightness neither light

To lead your way
Which is not a road
But an unstoppable flow

And it takes and submerges you
Deep within yourself
Without your beeing aware

About how useless yelling is

But you do it anyway

Slowly getting mad
Possibly wondering about mercy
Or about a holy forgiveness

Which will never arrive.
Noone will grant you thy privilege
Since it doesen't belong to you

The only thing of your own is the right to suffer
Until you die in pain
This is the legacy of your life

The legacy of your rotten existance