• The burden of sin upon my heart,
    The fire in my eyes almost gone.
    My body wondering almost soulless.
    I feel like I’m dying.
    Pained by my own actions.
    Killing myself within my mind,
    Going straight into the depths of madness.
    Not even the will to live remains
    Only a hollow shell
    In wich, my conscious is fighting to survive
    Hanging on to every last bit,
    Of humanity left in me.

    Wich is not very much,
    For I have been living in isolation.
    Away from the truth of what I did.
    So now, all I have,
    Is that small memory.
    That small feeling,
    That tiny fragment of what used to be.
    But even as I speak that is fading,
    Just as I am fading away…