Desolate, I just watch the trail in which I walked to get here all in vain, no reward to make me lift up my head Bitter was my defeat, I see the sky covered wi...

I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that I have been forced to admire None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise I am just ...

The clock's hands fold, I feel pulsing in my chest all the agony of one more day, in this world of darkness Through my nostrils, runs the smell of my own death,...