Separate the wind from the rain, Clear the path forward towards the end, The crow breaches the wall of torment, Sticking close to the beaches of regret. Wearing irony on your back, The aching feeling of being trapped, Shelf the reminders of yesterday's storms, Seek tomorrow to pull forward. Kept inside this cage of doubt, Centered in the muddled mind of clouds, With a heart darkened by the days past, Holding onto the ledge with a shaky grasp. Helpless in this World of dark, Shouldering the burden of many scars, Invisible cuts no one will ever learn about, Everything is better without a crowd.