These gardens of angst In which I stand
Lost and confused
Hungry for more
Eager to cross
This river of tears
Safe in this void
In which I live
Free from despair
Weaving a web
Surrounding my soul
Imprisoned distress

In a world of dying angels
Trespassers on unknown domains
Traumatic defeat
This time I'll burn
For one thousand years
Bearing the [bad word] 
Deep down inside
It dies with me
Taste the pure salt
Of misery
 [bad word] #39;s ecstasy
Feel destiny
Breathe in your neck
Cut you so deep

Twisting my mind
Living in sin
Dying within
Wicked and mean
Sinister eyes
Staring at me