
Quiet my mind,
then set my heart,
for my soul is empty as
this life departs.
My voice has no meaning,
my tears no weight,
my sadness is within me like
my anger, and my hate.
No words are within me,
no dreams to believe,
no gifts to be given,
no hope of relief.
No chance of changing,
no will to seek,
no fight worth winning,
just pills I won't take.
And a deafening silence,
and an aching pain,
a darkness that knows me,
But a death that won't stay.
And the grayness is worse than seeing nothing at all,
I am just pretending that I am better,
I am just quietly feeding the worms to give way to this hell.