In the corner of the room,
She sits staring...

Screams of those who cannot feel,
Those whose lives are no longer...

Water runs to blood,
specters speak...

The Swift shadow,
of all the evils the darkest...

What is this world we have made for ourselves?
A world where freedom and truth are constrained...

Dark,
empty...

Hidden in the shadows,
Is the sole escape...

"You'd be better off dead",
Say the voices in my mind...

All paths are blocked,
The doors locked with no key...

Trapped and alone,
surrounded by a dark light...

We all walk alone though life,
we may pass others but that is all...

Speak not to me of hope and light,
For both these are gone...