A poor man parched of love and saturated in misery Running hand in hand with death and dishonor His

hearts gone away, burned at the hands of himself A loveless shell of his former self walking the road to Hell Im but a dying man letting go of this world Why must I let you leave my side? Releasing your hand into anothers Such a tragedy befallen upon me At his wits end a weak man sees into the eyes of love lost A final glimpse at happiness torn away His hope fades slowly as his anxiety takes over Withering inside his shell decaying into a dead soul What levels could such a lost soul steep to if not this Insanitys cold grip wrenching his mind dictating his life