• Hopeless desires, as I grow tired
    day in, day out, weaker and weaker
    My strength is dissipating in to the sorrowful sadness
    Blood drips from my open wounds
    water turns red, I grow pale
    weaker, and weaker I grow
    Over powering sadness beckons in the distance
    More blood spews from my heart
    the pain becomes unbearable
    screams sound beyond my hollow walls
    The lights grow dim and I
    I....am all alone