I was dilapidated, but still backstabbed in bitterness Though to had vanquished the disdain of living I was assured I had overcome scorchful misery But
so obsolete now , my own catafalque Guided by whispers of insanity , murmuring truth Beyond all possible reason , my soul is replenished By hate and misery
feel extasy one last time... As I drown in this final soliloquy , knives are buried within flesh Blood splashes , staining beauty in everlasting misery
unearthly anguishes Driving my mind in repulsive, passionless disgust Devoided of any life, I lay there drowning in my own misery Death cleansed somehow
in my own world Frostsplinters, jabbing and piercing my inside; bleeding to death Withered and drowned, I decayed maculated in misery Too harsh and unbearable