Alone and isolated

Contented to my little corner

All that is left is hatred

A life without honor

Dressed to confine my soul

To this endless darkness

No light in this miserable hole

Which drives one on the brink of madness

Tears are like endless smoke

My blood to quench the fire

I have reached the end of my rope

Yet I haven’t figured why

Souls scream in pain

In this twisted dungeon

Hope lies dead and slain

By one among you

The world is a disease

A virus that devours all

Bringer of all these

The sick and weak now fall