I'm the cries

The cries of all the weak

I'm the lies

The lies that feed you (for) years

I'm the dreams

The dreams that fade as time pass



I'm the drug

The drug that fondles your grief

I'm the hope

The hope that never lived

I'm the storm

The storm you fear to deal with



In your minds

The death of sanity

In your lifes

The misery always reigns

In your eyes

The total absence of light



Death is my

My reason to exist

Time is my

My worst of (all) enemies

Life is my

My doom for (the) years to come



The cries of all the weak

The lies that feed you (for) years

The dreams that fade as time pass

The drug that fondles your grief

The hope that never lived

The storm you fear to deal with

The death of sanity

The misery which reigns

The total absence of light



"We are like certain senses scattered wide

That have no hope of ever reuniting

All nature in our nerves falls in confusion



We ache in both our body and recollection

All things reject us, and all poetry

Fills us with envy as our last asylum"