Putrefaction and the void Haunted by the hollow eyes of the living As by the tragedys of the dead That will always be part of what I have become This vacuum immense as I sit amongst the stones Inheritance of nothing but words Engraved in stone As my only friends lie buried in the dust of yesterdays Torn was my will as aside I turned from the living To enjoy all that is grey in the loop of darker days Tragedy and the void The path of tombs As the dead are the only ones speaking I enforce the darkness to become My only will in solitude and befouled survival In tombs when the living bury themselves in the cloak of each day - meaningless Bleak embers die as the daughter of sorrow engulfs the tombway In solitude there was just hiding from the sun Walking in pure darkness as in starless nights Misery path No more light No more words To get closer to the world Sickened I turn away from others and from myself All things end in my blackest thoughts Misery ways Tragedy befouled Putrefaction and the void Torn was my will as aside I turned from the living To enjoy all that is grey in the loop of darker days