Silence, engulfs the dark night,
Sleepless, I gaze outside,
To what darkness offers
I have no idea
Still yet, hope is lost
For all I have
Is nothing worth to offer.

Shattered, beyond repair
In my hands,
I hold nothing for compare,
In my hands,
Nothing worth repair

In my heart,
All left is despair,
For all I have,
I don't know for what to prepare

Cold breeze,
Touches what is left,
Of my torn sleeve,
Little of what they left,
When they did deprive,
Of all left was nothing less,
Than a desolate shell,
Of a broken mess,
Nothing but a common hell.
© kikikuzco