This World

This world is very dark.
It can take a good person like me,
and turn me into something I'm not.
Into something wicked,
no longer good.
I hate the thought of being engulfed in the darkness of this world.
But then I feel there is noway of escaping it.
My hope of surviving is leaving my body,
more and more every day.
Some day that hope will cease to exist,
and so will I along with it.
Someday I will say good-bye to this world.