Confusion

Confusion
For others state of amusing is not my pride of the day 
The thought of gaining the idea of failing is  not my state of play 
Don’t want to hear it, don’t want to loose it don’t want to keep what I have gained 
Keep on fighting for the night wrong and see what black sky reigns 
Dark mist fights once more to gain some self control 
Fingers digging deep inside to claw back at my soul 
And once again I fight this black shadow that loomed 
Forever I am battling but forever I am doomed.