Nulla Lux In Tenebris

Never content with the way life was
but kept repeating it was going well.
Always painted yourself with a halo
but you longed for the flames of Hell.

Lied to the ones who cared to care
but worst of all - even lied to yourself.
Pretending to be something you're not,
wasted your youth and lost your health.

And the stranger you see in the mirror -
fading reflection of the person you were.
Despair is a comforting sister,
your memories been replaced by a blur.