There is something lies within my mind,
Haunting my restless soul every night;
Pulling me into a cold, morbid world that has no light;
Making every glimpse of happiness or rest dies.
Giving me flash backs of what I don't want to see;
To make me think I am the greatest sinner has ever been;
Tearing every wish, hope, and dream;
Making me the prisoner of what I used to be.
Torturing me with all I hate to see;
Chained me with my faults that keep dragging me deep;
Into the lobbies of misery, weakness, that is filled with pain, liars and haters,
People call it past, I call it hades.