In a cold dark corner
inside my room,
There's an old closet
only to cause gloom.

As I lie on my bed
with empty thoughts in my head,
The feeling of emptiness
causing nothing but sadness.

The voices inside the closet
keeps talking about how I'm gonna die,
And all I can do
is to lie here and cry.

As I opened my eyes
just to see pitch black,
And the only thing I can hear
is the ticking of the clock.

Can't help this feeling
wondering and hoping,
For them to take my soul
And save me from this hell.