I walk the barron lands
Cursed, cold and lost
With no one by my side
Followed by my mere shadow
He cannot speak or ever stand by me
But to see him means I still have a chance
To be forgotten feels like a death
Never able to reach out to someone else
I exist by a series of wasted breathes
The toxin of the air infects me
This life is a curse
A curse that has become my life
To walk this World Alone..
