my life is an unending pit of dark
upon my wrists lie mark after mark
eveerything spirals into this bottomless pit
just a puppet stuck in this eternal skit

but there is a lite at the end of th eroad
something that helps save my world from cold
it comforts me like a soothing balm
when i go and order ghoul calm



Penned by my hand on the 21st of Khepary, in the year 437 MA.