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My world is masked in shadows,
Hope lies on the floor.
Two faces I have made,
Them I cannot overcome.

Futility is the word
That best describes my
Worthless attempts at Life.
Don't leave me here alone!

Here I am, dying inside.
While dead inside, my body still breathes.
I cannot cry, for my heart is made of stone.
The ice creeps in,
I am confined to this world.
The cold and shadows have become my home.
Drunk on the false hope that beauty brings,
Is this Reality or just an illusion?

Shattered glass lies on the floor,
Next to shattered Hope.
The blood streams down my face,
Mixing with tears finally shed.

Don't say anything;
Your words of comfort just make me hate you all the more.
The singer's song has ended,
The poet's rhyme is dead.
Go; just leave me here alone.

Here I am, dying inside.
While dead inside, my body still breathes.
I cannot cry, for my heart is made of stone.
The ice creeps in,
I am confined to this world.
The cold and shadows have become my home.
Drunk on the false hope that beauty brings,
Is this Reality or just an illusion?

Death is welcome now;
I have nothing left to live for.
If this song dies or lives,
It's all the same to me.
I am neither dead nor alive.

I am the restless Unnamed, cursed to wander this world.
The cold moon is my only friend now.