Every piece of me in terror stirs with each wind that sweeps my face.
I cry within the hollow hole that is my soul and does embrace.
In madness crumbling to the ground I see the dirt that muddies me.
I fell asleep and cried…I cried…to you…but you refused to see.
And fastening the darkness ‘round my scarred heart which was so broken.
Paled my voice, so blind my eyes and deaf my ears what you had spoken.
Mustering that empty place…that cold embrace…but hid the sun.
Hope that faded just as the leaves of Azshara withered from crimson.