Empty Souls, Won’t Let Go

I look up, there they are again.
Smiling at me, waiting to begin.
I close my eyes, and wish they weren't there.
I open them to see their empty stare.
How can I stop this, what do I do?
When light has left me, and all is blue.

I miss my "younger days".
So beautiful in their ways.
When I could rely on happiness to wake me;
And freedom to save me.
But now they've gone, and I’m left alone.
To roam the streets of hell on my own.

These demons, empty souls of hate.
They watch me, and greet my current state.
They love when the depression starts to take hold.
So they can break through and work on their mold.
Then twist and mutate the broken shards that's left.
After I’m done and they've committed their final theft.

Now they've got me, how can I escape this fate?
When I’m surrounded and soon to meet my date.
I didn't ask for this, I don't want to die.
I'll probably walk into fate's arms and cry.
Beg her for forgiveness, for whatever I’ve done.
Then ask for a favor, only just one....