Eh...Used 2 old lines.
The clock ticks, the rocks sit, my dreams fade,
No passion, alone, hard for me to see day,
Need the light, through the dark it's not found,
Feed the fights, the blood dripping to the ground,
Confused, I can't see, a cold blanket's over me,
Smoke making me tear, my heart rate's lowering,
A lost boy in the woods, trees devoured by mist,
A coward in the mist, devoured and I'm pissed,
See a flower; and its ripped, spend my hours in a crypt,
Power has been stripped, doured and at risk,
Showered by abyss, rock bottom I have hit,
Forgotten; I don't exist, I'm rottin', hitting bricks.