As I sing my sonnet to the reaper,
I reminisce of a life once dreamt.
Crimson tears falling into fate,
so quiet in this void, is my lament.
Growing into a world too old,
my pleads of sanity taken in vain.
Perched in this place between hopes,
as I fall into hell once again.
When once was thought to be the path,
simply blinded from the pain.
But always residing deep down inside,
Leaving me once more, alone, cold, insane.