Pain...
Cold...
Fear...
Lost...
Alone...
Desolate...
Grey...
Suicide...
Death...
Gone...

Hideous defunct creation,
I am the monolith

Fail to see...
Will not feel...
Can't even remember how to...
Feel...Pain...

Want to touch...
Nothing here...
Gone...

Nothing here...gone...

Cannot care...
Flesh is cold...
Gone...

Cannot care...
Tears have dried...
Gone...

Reach for the cold - eyes stare dead - unspoken dreams.
Absence of will - no joy in life - let me go.
Guide me away - another path - another life.
In need of - Understanding - for times to come.
All of my ways - all of my dreams - so meaningless.
More affection - in my heart - than in the world.
Absence of will - absence of love - hate this world.

Where will i tomorrow be
When no longer here

No longer here...
no more dreams...
Slip away
Here, the rain...so empty

They are not here...not here anymore
And i drown in desolate waves...desolate waves
Of bottomless black seas...alone...alone
Slip away...alone...alone
Slip away...away...away

Here the cold...alone forever
Soon will be gone
No more dreams...no longer here

Soon will be gone...soon...soon

[originally written by Frederic Chopin, A Polish composer and virtuoso pianist]