I am the dark road of loneliness
No passerby on my highway of despair
The moon my only source of illumination
Yet I am still blinded by its glare

I am a heavy glass of grief
My content so distant of adoration
The turmoil of life flows through me
A cynical perspective my only inclination

I am like a closed book
My thoughts veiled by a shroud of disbelief
My voice as loud as a broken clock
The silence the only token of my grief

I am both the darkness and the light
Two sides of the same coin
The good outlives the evil
Another war inside my head won.