Dreadful Outcome

Fear arrived to pain's thereshold
 At the end of the false path
 At the beginning of the black outcome
 Because right where you are
 There's no air, but pressure
 Nor brightness neither light
 To lead your way
 Which is not a road
 But an unstoppable flow
 And it takes and submerges you
 Deep within yourself
 Without your beeing aware
 About how useless yelling is
 But you do it anyway
 Slowly getting mad
 Possibly wondering about mercy
 Or about a holy forgiveness
 Which will never arrive.
 Noone will grant you thy privilege
 Since it doesen't belong to you
 The only thing of your own is the right to suffer
 Until you die in pain
 This is the legacy of your life
 The legacy of your rotten existance