Early Mourning 

The light is burning
My lungs are screaming in pain

A world of damnation awaits
Coming to life is already a mournful path
One soul for another

Life slowly fading from her
Provider of my vitality
Erased from existence

My screams are signs of a new breath
Making itself eared
The harshness of being
My existence was never part of any choice

I’m born grieving, I’m born murdering
This unasked guilt
Is the weight of an eternal burden