not seeing through the cracks

My skin is going pale,
from this lack of light.
Who does a man have to turn to,
if not his friends?

Why do I always have to ask you to fight?
Is this right?
I don't know anymore.

I can't see through the cracks in the dungeon door,
because i'm crying to much.
I'm pleading,
Begging him to let me draw my own blood.


I want him to make it stop,
but then you would clean me up.
I don't want to make you work,
so i'll keep suffering until the end.