A mask is put upon my sorrow,
The face behind, it's lost and hollow.
The joyous death of all my hopes,
The sweet old silence of my thoughts.
I crawl to devil once again.
My lips are whispering her name.
I feel delight, and death, and longing.
The worms inside of me are swarming.
My eyes are full of foolish question.
My body full of useless passion.
I feel that I would die right now -
But there's no difference somehow,
As to whether life or death
Will be there for my torment.
If I were dead right now would you
Care to feel remorse or rue?
I don't think that I should care,
Yet I do that anyway.
A bitter darkness shrouds my features,
My heart is filled with poison, leeches,
The evil triumphs in my core,
It knows I cannot bear much more.