Where is the way to my peace?

What path must I walk to find contentment?

By which rivers do my worries wash away?

My soul’s stream is so still

A Dark damp demise is building within my heart. It is an ever spreading poison; ripe for any occasion. It seeps down and touches my soul. It drips toxins into my mind.

But

I will be free. Wether by death or life.

Through pain and strain, I will find a cure to wash away this pain.