Escape
People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the
Awake
When I can find nearly no difference between day and night, And I realize not, the extent or gravity of my plight, When my thoughts constantly oscillate between either extreme, I knew then, I was walking in the garden of
Dilemma
Every dream needs a sacrifice to begin, And every sacrifice needs an objective to win, But is not every dream a sacrifice in itself, Does it not relinquish its life to fulfill itself. And every sacrifice is but a dream,