Now that I've walked right into my own hell without ever thinking I could lose.

Now, that I've killed parts of myself and buried them deep under a fountain of lies.

Now, that the beautiful flower of my heart has withered and dried out.

I'm simply left standing.
Standing under a wicked sky, in which no sun shines through.

In the blackest day, and darkest night, I only have my own demons for company.

I stand looking backward, living my life as a statue with a heart of black steel.

I stand tracing the scars that just seem to multiply each time I think of you.

I stand, thinking about the day that I died, the memory is still frozen and denied.

I stand, waiting for the day that I can just fall down into the abyss of Madness so I can forget you.

I stand in tears, knowing that I ruined something that can only be called magic.

I stand with the noose around my neck, just waiting for the day I can bring myself to do it.

I stand until the day I can't anymore.

- Leviathan