I'm numb.

The darkness srcreams out.

No one can save me now.

There's no going back for me.

I'll take this road to nowhere.

With a knife in my back,

And a spear in my hand,

I'll set off to find the end.

And when misery whispers,

Sweet nothings in my ear.

I'll dream of you, and whistle a tune,

To chase away the fear.

For in these depths of darkness,

The rank stench of wrotting souls.

I'll gasp my breath,

For there's nothing left.

I can't cry for its all gone numb.