Slumbering in the silence that gave birth to me,
I lay there contemplating the hidden secrets of life.
The weakness that for so many years made my life to a living hell
Had at length defeated my very will to continue an existence
I despised right from the start.

No god there to save me; was there ever one?
Reflecting on this I slowly raised my head from the pillow
I had rested on.
Shadows danced on the walls,
laughing at me with their hellish grins.
My weary eyes followed their grotesque movements
across the grey ceiling.

Desperation pervaded the dusk-filled room.
An air of depravity joined the gloom that surrounded
my cadaver-like body.
It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold
my emaciated frame in
The grief-stricken chamber that witnessed
the unholy hour of my birth.

It must have been a wondrous sight
for you to behold my emaciated frame in
The grief-stricken chamber
that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth.

There I lay in the depressing and pale grey.
At this instant my soul was grasped by despair.
A sense or aim in this life I could no longer see.
Would a bullet in the head forever set me free??

No god there to save me; was there ever one?!!!

A sense or aim in this life I could no longer see.
Would a bullet in the head forever, forever.....