Now there is no fascination in this world of mine,
all i could do is commit a crime.
My sight is now blurring,
and so is my heart been breaking.
I hear nothing but lies,
this dreadful sound of cries,
slowly fading,
the sound of blood dripping is deafening.
This heart will never be cured,
it is nothing but fractured.
It screams of sorrow,
it sees no color,
it feels the penetrating misery,
who I am will always be a mystery.
