I walk amongst the gardens of sympathy Where even flowers die from my touch All my hopes and dreams lay dead Beyond the grasp of the real me
The pain of living is deeper than any joy Death precludes any hope of a tomorrow The certainty of forever is almost like always Memories will be pleasant when I die
Cast adrift, separated from what I loathe Amongst these vast oceans alone My tear-streaked face embraced by my frigid hands I unwillingly return my gaze to my reflection I stare at myself searching for what I know is not there I feel helpless, lost in desolution - help me
The rain that falls are the tears from my eyes I bleed, I scream from the thorns ripping me apart I'm choking, I'm nothing, grief suffocates my soul