I hear the wind in the trees.

 The rain falling down on my head.

 I feel the ground under my knees.

 I hear the whispers of dead.

 Hopeless i am here,

 here in my heart and head.

 No one else is near.

 No one else, only Death.

 My body is an empty shell.

 My soul is already gone.

 My body! Just a group of cells.

 I have no regrets, but one!