DUNGEON (M. Mariano)

BLACK AS THE BLINDED SIGHT,
FULL OF GHOSTS THAT COMES FROM BEHIND;
AND YET STILL THE DEAD SCENT OF THE NIGHT,
IS HERE WITH FACES WHO DOESNT HAVE LIGHT.

DARK CARESS IS WHAT I FEEL,
WITH HIDDEN INTENTIONS COVERED BY THEIR KNEEL;
LOVE THAT SO DISHONEST AND UNCLEAR,
A LIFE THAT SEEMS TO BE DEAD SO NEAR.

WORDS AND THOUGHTS THAT THEY SPEAK,
DEEP INSIDE MADE ME SO WEAK;
WHAT PATH SHOULD I PICK?,
I DONT KNOW, EVREYTHING HAS A LEAK.

DUNGEON, IN THIS DUNGEON I FEEL DEAD,
COLD AFRAID WITH NO ONE TO LEND;
TRYING TO BE PLEASED BUT IN THE END,
EVERYONE ONE IS UNTRUE, EVEN A REAL FRIEND.