In the darkness and silence, my soul has boiled
The reality of existence has given me no solace
I'm not seeking sympathy, nor am I receiving it
I've searched, I've hoped for some holy ground
My world has some great souls, few I've known
Please do not despair for me, for I deserve none
I have created every catastrophe that I've found
With nothing, only pain, comes now a cold rain
I'm waiting, yet no time to even make a sound
Call my name, give me hope, I need to endure
My disease is sorrow, your return is my cure
