Man… my soul is fucking exhausted.

Been wandering this pitch-black corridor for decades, no doors, no windows, just echoes of who I used to be.

Everything feels heavy, pointless, like the color got drained out the world and nobody noticed but me.

I wake up already tired, chasing meaning that keeps sliding through my fingers, slipping, ghosting.

Dark night of the soul—they call it that, but it don’t feel poetic, it feels like drowning slow in cold concrete.

Universe… Source… whatever the hell you really are, you still listening?

I’m down here screaming quiet, voice cracking inside ribs that won’t stop aching.

Why’d you pull the plug on the light? Why leave me stripped, questioning every single thing I believed?

I thought I was building something real, now it’s ashes in my mouth, every plan, every dream, every “supposed to be.”

I drop to my knees in the dark, hands shaking, tears mixing with curses I ain’t proud of,

Still nothing answers back—just silence so loud it rattles my teeth, makes the loneliness feel alive.

Universe, pull me through this dark night, I’m barely holding on, man, I’m frayed,

Soul worn paper-thin, decades deep in the gray, feel like I’m already halfway decayed.

Bring the warmth back, let me taste joy again without it turning to dust in my hands,

Whatever this is, it ain’t living, just surviving in a place I don’t understand.

Talk to me raw, give me something real in this endless black,

Dark night, break or remake me—I just want my soul back.

I’ve let it all out—screamed till my throat gave, punched walls till the skin split and bled,

Cried in the car till the windows fogged, still the emptiness sits right here in my head.

No release, no catharsis, just the same hollow ringing, same quiet war I keep losing.

Feels like you’re stripping me naked of every illusion I had, every comfort I was using.

Now I’m raw, exposed, walking around like a ghost in my own damn skin,

Wondering if this breaking is the point, or if I’m just done, ready to give in.

Why the long silence why the constant tests why the lessons carved deep in my chest

Every sunrise feels borrowed every small win gets swallowed why you testing me harder than the rest

I been faithful I been doubtful I been grateful I been spiteful still the dark won’t let me rest

Strip the ego strip the pride strip the stories I’ve been telling myself just to survive the night

Make it make sense make it hurt less or at least make the pain have a purpose in the end

I’m right here still reaching still breathing still bleeding—Universe don’t abandon me yet

I don’t need perfect. I don’t need easy. Just a crack in this darkness, a sliver of light I can breathe.

Something that feels like connection again, like my feet on the ground and my heart not on leave.

Been carrying decades of quiet doubt, heavy like wet cement poured straight in my veins,

If you’re really the source of creation, create something in me that don’t feel chained.

I’ll keep walking these shadows, keep talking to nothing, even if my voice starts to fade,

But damn… throw me a sign, a spark of meaning—let me feel alive before the night wins the game.

Universe, pull me through this dark night, I’m barely holding on, man, I’m frayed,

Soul worn paper-thin, decades deep in the gray, feel like I’m already halfway decayed.

Bring the warmth back, let me taste joy again without it turning to dust in my hands,

Whatever this is, it ain’t living, just surviving in a place I don’t understand.

Talk to me raw, give me something real in this endless black,

Dark night, break or remake me—I just want my soul back.