To proceed down this path which I call my life, is an intricate journey through dark disturbance.nTo undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once held a chance.nIt will be the last time I will ever lay my eyes on you.nOh dear Gaia.nMy life is now slowly winding down.nCold concrete has now numbed my joints, from my days locked away down here.nArming myself with useless courage, I guess hoping for a miracle.nWhen in fact I'm less than a pious being,n(God himself couldn't save me here).nTo undertake this path again I called life, is to understand that I never once held a chance.nMother, I am so scared now.nUnaccustomed to playing the role of the victim.nUncertainty is quite dreadful, but I have pushed on too far to come back, I have pushed on too far to come back.nMy recollection of thought is so vague, foggy visions of repugnance.nYet I do recall the look of fear, imprinted on so many nameless faces.nBloodshed was inevitably welcomed from there on.nHeld captive like a slave for days without any light.nConfined to a stale, ill-at-ease room.nHow I survived so far, is a miracle in itself, now I wait ...nMercy through death.