Searching the way to taunt the emptiness
It makes me a creature; so ravenous
I am waiting deep in the water in a darkened place
I have lost the memories I kept in my broken suitcase
Days of silence could have killed me in my room
Losing my sanity at the brink of my martyrdom
Nothing sounded nice but just sepulchral and confounded
Fear of falling under, I am squalid and wounded
Days without you embroidering my life
In this cold winter, I doubt that I could survive
Only giving me love could ever contend me
Cruelty and diabolical void are going to seize me
Nearly abnegate myself underneath the cavernous dungeon
Take away my heart, cut it off from me; I need a surgeon
Scornful and spiteful stories made my heart useless
Dreams are shattered, I just couldn't care less
Colors are dead, sound is silent and all turn ominous
It is at Wit's end, all things are subtle and also vicious
