The void is real within my life.
The same cycles keep repeating.
It all seems like a strife.
Old feelings, they just keep greeting.
The fact of the matter is, I can’t escape myself.
The cycles of moods can be overbearing, to say the least.
Dark thoughts are destroying my higher self.
All emotions are permanently laced.
I don’t know how Angrboda grips her hands around my throat.
It doesn’t seem like to much longer now.
Should I dare write out my note?
Should I decide to take my final bow?