Analysis of Dying soul

Tears keep on rolling,
Rolling down my cheeks,
Emptiness has filled me,
In my heart.

Days turns into nightmares,
Nightmares turned into horror,
My happiness has gone,
It has gone for so long,

Searching for my inner peace,
But it is nowhere to be found,
Trying to take everything in slower pace,
But my dice doesn't ace.

Marking my own calender,
For each episode that is taking place.
Which makes me feel alone,
Subsidizing in my own world.

Feeling the fear,
Watching it when it slowly rise,
It rises to the core,
The core of breathtaking

Watching dripping blood,
To the floor.
While feeling my soul,
Leaving the body