My heart is twisted in a knot,
no pulse, no soul, set in rot.

My head is black as the sea,
no thought, no reason, make me believe.

My hand is empty with nothing to hold,
no other feeling, only the cold.

My feet are bare with no steps to take,
no direction in life, just a mistake.

My eyes are blank with nothing to see,
no future in sight, the past is but free.

My life is a journey with plenty of fear,
don't turning around, straight forward from here.