If I die in this world, who will know something of me
I am lost, no one knows, there's no trace of my yearning
But I must, carry on, nothing worse, can befall
all my fears, all my tears, tell my heart there's a hole

I wear a void, not even hope, a downward slope is all I see
as long as breath comes from my mouth
I may yet stand the slightest chance
a shaft of light is all I need
to cease the darkness killing me.