My mind between day and night
good and evil like two sides
of a coin made of madness
sometimes dark sometimes bright
Innocence and guilt only shapes
of a game I cannot win
lust and despise only pattern
no one to blame
My mind as gloom as a cave
as dark as a grave

Strength and weakness only schemes
not to care, killed myself
long time ago
no one for the guilt to share
The end of the game now it is quite near
I confess the guilt I'm afraid I cannot bear

To be continued...