Feel the cold upon my neck.   Feels like I'm the lucky one   to turn away from all my troubles.   Wait for emptiness to come..   A face that cries now dries it's eyes.    'cuz pain is now part of itself.    Can't stand aside and look within.   What do you fear when you're in hell.   I make a scratch unto yhe wall,    but it remains unchanged beside me..   So tell me what difference does it make,   if it's the last thing I see...      Mirrors scorn me with hate,   'cuz life is too hard to take.   And I don't need someone to talk to,   because I have no more to say...