| Lying in a dark corner |
| The black candle light is dying out |
| Trying to refuse this suffering |
| As coldness burns my pale naked flesh |
| I faced my fears a thousand times |
| Endless doubts — Life of paranoia |
| I try to find a way out |
| From this state of suicidal urge |
| I watch with empty eyes the blade |
| As tears begin to fall down my face |
| Another night alone with myself |
| At one with melancholy and depression |
| I bleed because the dark is near |
| I cry as i realize you can' t be here |
| I need to caress your skin in the night |
| But now my only friend remains this knife |
| Why must i live with these fears? |
| I know my only tragedy is my mind |
| Sometimes i think i’m wasting all the joys |
| And with this bitter thought i fear to die |
| I feel so jaded now, so far away |
| I can’t face next morning with this pain |
| Another cut lacerates my flesh |
| Sometimes i think it will be the last |
| I’m only trying to objectivate this hate |
| I prove towards myself and life itself |
| I only need to watch these fifty wounds |
| I opened upon my body in the night |
| I only need to stop these sick death thoughts |
| And cry for joy when you’ll be here again |
| I’ll watch you sleeping naked at my side |
| I’ll kiss you and this blood will stop to flow |
| Everyone can kill himself one day |
| Life brings pain and suffering on our way |
| Cut your wrists, it’s simpler than it seems |
| But in death you’ll know… |
| Disheartenment wins |