At the grave of my existence
As I once was spawned into this world
A strange feeling overwhelmed me
I felt like in a dungeon of isolation and banishing
But I didn't know if this feeling arose from within myself
or if i was too much of a foreigner to this world
Wasn't I like them?
Confused I gazed down into the abyss of my soul,
and found but darnkess and wrath
No joy - no Happiness
Pure abhorrence cast its spell upon me
That lead me through my life now.
Hate took hold of my body and thrilled me with the pure essence of black.
On my endless search for light, I realized: I am forgotten and forsaken.
Cast out from this canting world of glass.
So I walked my predestinated path ransacked the memories of my life.
Would it have been good anyway?
Suicide...
