Abased by my grief
The troubled mind I bear
Drags me down the abyss of
Endless loneliness
Enlight the reek in which you dwell
You re the weak your soul has fell
Hear the prayer of a lost soul
Even though the greatest of my wishes
Is being stoic, God has made me
One of many stooges
Trusting only thou
Who is alike myself
I merge with the darkness
That embraces me for who I am
Emaciated by their faulter moves
They hide under the cloak of blasphemy
Desperately yearning for love
Finding only misery avount
Now I loath the presence of God
Whom I had such trust in
Only to be abandoned
My hardest of times
Pierce the mind see what is not
Try to sense the spirit rot
