Amidst The Vast Oceans Of Sadness
Obscure Is The Season Of Woe
Weakened I Suffer So Significantly
'Tis Emptiness Of Which My River Flows
I Can See The Sky Is Falling
I Can Feel The Earth Move Round
I Can Hear My Death Is Calling
Secluded From Life I am Crowned
I Can See That Time Is Fading
I Can Feel My Life Unbound
I Can Hear Suicide Is Calling
From The Other Side; Profound
Imprisoned By The Ail Of My Affection
Forgotten: My Memories Deceased
Battered, Benumbed, Bleak And Broken
Eternal Shall Be The Existence Of Grief
Unanimated And Subsisting To Wither
Fading I Perish Abandoned In My Wretchedness
Sweet Misery I Foresee