Beneath the skin, the veins run black,

Carrying poison, a brutal track,
Each pulse a beat, a whispered crack,
In the depth of night, there's no way back.

Eyes, once bright, now dulled with grief,
A mind decayed beyond belief,
In every thought, there's a thief,
Stealing hope, sowing disbelief.

The heart, once red, now cold as stone,
No warmth to guide, no love to own,
Trapped alone, forsaken, grown,
In the quiet dark, I sit, unknown.