Abased by my grief The troubled mind I bear Drags me down the abyss of Endless loneliness Enlight the reek in which you dwell You re the weak your soul has fell Hear the prayer of a lost soul Even though the greatest of my wishes Is being stoic, God has made me One of many stooges Trusting only thou Who is alike myself I merge with the darkness That embraces me for who I am Emaciated by their faulter moves They hide under the cloak of blasphemy Desperately yearning for love Finding only misery avount Now I loath the presence of God Whom I had such trust in Only to be abandoned My hardest of times Pierce the mind see what is not Try to sense the spirit rot