Why speak when words become weak,
And in-unique, forever alone and meek?
Because all you want is in the darkness,
So hear my lesson and mark this.
Happiness will never meet you,
and your prince will never seek you.
You will die unknowing,
from your heart with blood flowing.  
Beating and pumping,
all of your life into nothing,
You'll be a stain on the soil,
to the dust and the rain despoiled.