Endeavored Credence.

How much pain a heart can take?
Crucified by the guilt-trips of peeps;
They hardly care the promises you make,
Until are broken, which thou aren't able to keep.
A soul dipped in melancholy, swimming in the blues,
Like the game of pacman in search of the cake
Of happiness, there he goes having hardly any clue.
The poor fellow frantically wants to step out of the box,
Instead reaches the same spot of pain & disdain;
Perplexed how to find an escape through this paradox,
Oh well, here we go all over again!
Can he blame the world for dilemmas he suffer?
For ambush of darkness he face?
Will anyone be on his side, being a chauffeur
& drive him out of his Misery's phase?
Maybe that's what life wants out of him,
To fail & rise again, like a phoenix from the flames;
To build an empire from the shatters of grim
He wonders, if there's ever an end to this game?