Struck with wild thought, I already saw it coming

With just little light, I found myself still pushing

It provided no sense, am I really thinking?
It seems that I do not, not while I’m still longing

Daggers of betrayal, plunging through my back

Hitting the vital points, the world is now pitch-black
Now senses are blurred, the final pack will attack
World’s too chaotic, it will never be on track