I am a dangerous thought rising in your head,
Now even the sun looks so dead,
The season has a thousand shades but instead,
Hapless pay no heed to anything but the deadly night that dread,

You have been losing every fight,
How Hopeless your presence that’s what you thought every night,
How many times you hold a pen to write,
A letter of unbearable pain, for that wishing for death, will be right,

Everyone is stabbing your back,
If love is not for you and every single heart is black,
Then why not to be rotten to the core track,
Or choosing death, there is no need to blame because I am your own created Pessimistic attack.