Abased by my grief,
The troubled mind I bear,
Drags me down the abyss of
Endless loneliness

Enlight the reek in which you dwell
You re the weak your soul has fell
-Hear the prayer of a lost soul

Even though the greatest of my wishes
Is being stoic, God has made me
One of many stooges

Trusting only thou
Who is alike myself
I merge with the darkness
That embraces me for who I am

Emaciated by their faulter moves,
They hide under the cloak of blasphemy
Desperately yearning for love,
Finding only misery Avount

Now I loath the presence of God,
Whom I had such trust in
Only to be abandoned,
My hardest of times

Pierce the mind see what is not
Try to sense the spirit rot