Endless fall, endless despair;
So many lies that it’s so unfair.
Elation’s gone, here’s melancholy;
Spirits turning cursed and unholy.
Angel wings are permanently broken,
Truly and utterly disheartened;
Just passed through a white cloud,
Screams of fear are getting loud.
Falling down and down and down,
Almost near the concrete ground;
It’s time to cry and cry and cry,
Until it’s time to be killed and die.
Agony is spreading everywhere,
The end is already here;
Final words are being said:
“Dead, dead, I’m already dead.”
A dream that turned into nightmare,
When terror and morose compare.
Just landed on a land mine,
Time to say goodbye to cloud nine.