In her life, there is a hole
Tragically wounded, is her soul...

In a world black and cold
Everything can be sold...

I lay in a bed with my eyes wide open
So much pain in my heart, I cannot sleep...

What was sweet, now became dark
The kindness just fell apart...

In a cold night in September
It's so painful to remember...

Poetry can erase the pain
Poetry makes me live again...

I could take a knife and stab thee
For a pure psychotic need...

Clouds of darkness in my veins
The sound of solitude remains...

Frozen inside, I coldly stare
Stretch my arms, to reach somewhere...

Fatal disease, killing me slow
Falling forever, feeling so low...

In the darkness of the night
He took what I am and could be...

Lies, like shadows, darkness mixed up with light
Begging for amnesia, my darkened, tortured soul...