Blaming global infection   for the illness in him   Little knowledge of the non-affection   between him and his kin   Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed   Like a wallflower once blooming   Withered to apparent death   Blaming the guilt   Crying the tears   Torture the pain   Leaving the emptiness behind   Apparently he had no reason   To harbour the trust   He'd forsaken inside.   Apparently he left his reasons   Forsaken the trust   that harboured within   Walk, I cannot walk   For I am blind, blinded I am   By the pitch of dark, so dark is it   The narrow street, never ending narrow   Clogs my throat   Silently I try,   Try to walk, blinded by the pitch   The narrow darkness, clogs the street   I am speechless   I am speechless   Fear puts a rush on my steps   As I stare into the spinning depth   The end is not near the sight that I am hoping for   And all the light that paves the way for me   Is the wish and will for the end to see   The bright light is the end of the black light district