From light into darkness.

I'm awake! 
Fuck sakes!
What light through yawnder window, breaks?

I lie.
My eye.
The light I see makes me want to die.

I'm low.
I know.
From warmth to cold I have to go.

Must work.
Can't shirk.
For in the daylight, debtors lurk.

Iron will.
Mad skill.
Nose to grindstone; time to kill.

More strife.
No life.
A mood to be cut with a knife.

Succeed.
Good deed.
A martyr is always meant to bleed.

To bed.
Not dead.
To win the wars waged in my head.

The sin.
Within.
Darkness conquers when dreams begin.

No say.
Their way.
Might live to see another day.