I gaze up at the night sky
My soul, beaten by the dark poison rain
In a never ending dark abyss, I cry
My heart in ruin and great pain
In the darkness, I wait for the light
With all of my sorrow, pain, and self-hate
I wonder if I will make it through the night
Or will death without a soul be my fate
I pray for the angel of light to come for me
So from this dark prison, I may be set free
I need some help. I don't know the words y'all are using about styles and types of artwork. And I don't understand the feature thing... and.... and. ...I feel a fool honestly 🤣😅