Alone absorbed in my grief, I can't find a solution
Emptiness surrounds me, as dying days go by
I tried to battle with it, but I'm not strong enough
I am just waiting for death, to put myself out of misery

I cannot live with these tortures
I? m just a scourge, a scourge of seclution

Slowly my mind dies, am I living in reallity anymore
My body is full of scars, but do I feel a pain anymore
Where are my friends, when I need them most
Suddenly I begin, to hate my odious self