IN A MOATCan't see anything around meIt is darkWant to move forward but can'tI don't see a markIs it a well?That is unfathomableWant to get rid of itBut I am unableBeen trying to get out of itBut the hands of misery pulls me backNo matter how hard may i try to free myselfIts grip is strong that I can't hackWhat kind of situation it is, I don't knowI want to break myself freeHere, i can't growFalls the flurry of ill-omenesDo i really deserve so much to sufferI haven't dealt with the devil Yet i am incurring the pain for not