Every day that I cried
No one paid any heed
No one saw my tears dried
No one cared to my need

This abyss has me bled
Drier than desert sand
And my mouth is not fed
Nor do any lend hand

So imprisoned inside
In this sweltering heat
So much pain that I find
I am knocked from my feet

So to all a farewell
As I've already said
You can all burn in hell
'Cause this poet is dead