Vexation and disappointment are my only associate, under every steps attempting to surface and spread their plague. 
It takes me back into [bad word] of my dire tragedy, salt my wounds and remind me the man I died to be. 

Drowned in disgrace and loneliness of a faceless existence, 
drowned in despair and loneliness weakened by disease. Surrounded by mirrors of my living death, 
reflecting shredded faces devoured by their shame. Broken mouths and frowned eyebrows, 
sickened by my fate, unable to remind the man I used to be. 

Digging through the past of my memories, 
seeking for what made me to be. 
Disgust and distaste for life, 
grievance rancour unfaithfulness. 
Solely reaching the depths of humanity, 
watching the world that [bad word] me. 
I’m sorry that I cannot be sorry, distaste for life.

Drowned in disgrace and loneliness of a faceless existence, 
drowned in despair and loneliness weakened by disease. I sailed the seas found nothing but incurable disease. I traveled the ocean, my purposeless quest is ending dying on my knees. 
Waiting for my end, dreaming of a progeny that is able to care. 
Waiting for my end, dreaming of a progeny defying all despair.