I see myself on the floor cold and dead i am...

My life has lost all point and for the first time
I truly don’t know what to do...

A flicker of a candle.
A flicker of flame...

I’m standing alone.
All alone in the dark...

Here in the night as I fill the inferno
I stir at the dark thinking what is eternal...

What is the point of this life ?
o how it would take to little for me to end it...

Wolfs walk hidden as Saints
They say good but do evil...

Wounded deeply by the thorns of life,
deafened by the constant ring in my ear...

Im so terrified of the fear of losing the one...
my hearing. i fill im losing it and the fear i...

This is form the Funeral Oration
for Beethoven's Funeral...

Pane
U think u know what im going though...

A corps is cold
I to am cold...