Silently, standing alone in
The abyss of darkness,
Souls of the damned
Surround me with chains.

Hatred, a burning flame
Into incandescent orange tears
They transform and fall
Into my black coffee

Taking a daring sip
Bitterness envelops my heart
My mind then, whirls in
A garden of thorns

Dreams and fancies ran
Towards a nightmarish landscape,
Unquestioningly, submissively I followed
Muted prayers left unsaid.

I tried to smile
I tried to laugh
I tried to speak
But no one's there

Like a curse bestowed
The cloak of night
Covers me, in a warmth
I never felt before.

Sweet ambrosia, it maybe
Winter chill, it maybe
Sorrow has taken me
Inside my flailing body

I know I'm alone
I know they're dead
I know we're alone
I know we're dead

Whoever is there,
Will not be there
I will always be alone,
And always be alone.