Alone absorbed in my grief, I can't find a solution  Emptiness surrounds me, as dying days go by  I tried to battle with it, but I'm not strong enough  I am just waiting for death, to put myself out of misery    I cannot live with these tortures  I? m just a scourge, a scourge of seclution    Slowly my mind dies, am I living in reallity anymore  My body is full of scars, but do I feel a pain anymore  Where are my friends, when I need them most  Suddenly I begin, to hate my odious self