On the roads of forgotten memories
Always found an streak of thunder
To hold on to reach the sky, in the clouds
Finding all lost and finding all blunder

The storm of mistakes taken over my house of hope
The dawn get post-pond to another post-pond
The branch of my expectations has broken to ground
Contriteness, contrition, guilt and regret all clouds are black now
Shower of discomfort plays the drama of flashes around

I have reached the deep dark place in my thoughts
That no stairs, no rope or any hope appears from the sky
The angels of depression with the dark halos
Taken my soul and put it in a glass jar and left outside to die.