Forgive me... I didn't had the strength to write you a letter Nor the spirit to tell you Goodbye - I know it would have been better, But didn't wanted you to see me cry.
You see... This heart of mine has become bitter, My senses paralyzed in fear, They are corpses awakened in harsh winter, Abandoned entities, but still here.
I'm like a shadow made of steel, "Harsh and cold" You ought to say and you mean it - "Withered mind and heavy soul" One may add - The guilt has buried me inside. I am condemned to stay alive In a world where I have died.
"How pitiful!" I hear you shout. "How easily you're giving up!" These are words of perfect logic, Yet you cease to understand We belong to different worlds, My flesh may be the same as yours -
But can you see The burdens of being 'me' The fire I must walk through The darkness I must go through The pain of my bare truth Decomposing my little hopes...
Life is for the living And yes, I have died - I never belonged to the light. These are my last thoughts My last words addressed to you Soon I will be a page in your past, A bitter memory perhaps, A lost image, Alas.