Weary years have gnawed
At my soul full of obscurity,
Now attracting these ferocious
Inner demons to crush me,
Tearing apart whatever is left
Of my wrecked poor heart.

The lonely road I followed
Through my life was disguised,
It was not a path of grandeur
But a path of my own destruction,
Only now I can truly see all
The mistakes I kept making.

And I wish I could succumb
To my final eternal sleep,
So I let this steel caress my pale
And bare skin all over again,
Continuing to feebly call out
The same name I once feared.

All the blood that I sacrifice for
Nothing is cursed by my wrongs,
He will never come and free me
From the frozen fallen world,
My consciousness only fades
Along with miserable whimpers.