There is a door opening inside of me,
the all too familiar chill claims every corner.
Its emptiness spreads over an undulating wasteland,
no beating wakes the silence no glow lights my eyes.

these red tired eyes no longer weep,
for the tears dried up along with my hopes.
So witness this deep darkness,
that strangles with veins of rope and vines.

Have you ever loved young man?
the answer is a whisper on the wind,
love is lost to me,
she left me alone and undone,
and now this husk no longer lives,
but survives everyday that hell cruelly gives.