I catched myself again to run that way.
Away from you and everyhing that hurts.
The pain has shaped my body, made of clay, 
but still i long the bleakness to reverts.

I have no answer how'd it came to this,
but now i'm here and ready to believe.
I roamed my hollows. knowing what it is,
until i'm choked to death, unfit to breathe.

...
When darkness catch and squeeze your throat,
its grip is hiding what's in front your eyes.
It feels like passage on a lonely boat -
sail on to Hades, hear your crippled cries.