No, keep your pity
My tears deserve no reverence
My hearts been bleeding since time struck
My mind’s been blackened in memories past

Misery is a quality of the lost
Straggling down, the road of sages’ blind
They scream, the sound bending reality
Yet into no dream, it’s the sound of silence

There feet waver in pain
Skin breaking in agony
Sweat soaking his skin
Staining their world eternally

Fate Breathing down their necks
Whispering hope, all lies, they’re not fooled
Their ears tremble and deafen
No sound can break its depth

We never had our eyes
Black mourned our world, colors rhythm
Breaking into our pupils, piercing our minds
Telling us words, words of pain

We live on the path of agony
Woe filling our hearts and minds
No one is different, we are all lost
This path is misery, and we live it