The pit

I'm falling back into the pit
as (the) liquid darkness surrounds me
I wonder weather I should swim or let go.

Perhaps this darkness would serve me better...

The older I become
the less people like me
it could be my face
could be my personality

I'm falling back into the black pit
a womb that gave birth to tragedy
A song of salvation that salutes
the mighty ones, the blessed ones.

Those must follow the road of the cowards
to increase the sentiment of general interest
I don't really feel very good right now
I'm falling deeper into the darkness

My eyes turn black
and I become invisible
weather I speak or scream out loud
it still won't matter.
These little humanoids
aren't so weak as they seemed to in the first place.
Their strength lays in numbers

Father, help me!
I can't help hating!

Those who are worse than me
must always be promted forward...

I hate them...