Fire erupts from the dark abyss,
Scorching frost felt head to toe;
Visions blur, joy subsides
as the paper boat is thrashed by harsh sea.

The sun never shone anymore;
Life is black and none but rain pour;
I stumble down to see me crying,
I see me bleed, I see me dying.

Beasts of one fur tread together,
A prey always suffers the fate too cyclical;
The prey is prey as fate says so:
A cruel mother yet nor so catastrophic.

Heed me, Oh! O kindest Death;
Take me under your *****!
Let me Live my paradise of sorrow!
Rid me from this hell of reality!
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I know you will never hear my cries,
I know you'll never need me;
I'm nothing but a drop of water
On the sea that let loose of damnation.

Fire erupts from the dark abyss;
And I know I've felt it before;
But I can't do anything to **** it:
The sea that let loose of me.