weakening eye

in a world full of grief, Where is no one allowed to escape. The prison lies within, in the dusty wallls, deep blue and the time..... The weakening of a eye once in a moment into grief.... surrounded by lies lies lies..... The truth will ache, In the combination of the world, where truth decays... State of doubt, trouble me, with the waves of the low Ness, falls me into the dark horizon...