If Eyes Are The Mirror Of The Soul


You Will Find In Mine The Scorn And Apathy


You Will Read My Hatred As In A Curs'd Book


You Will See Yourself As I See You





It Is A Mirror Somber And Opaque


Which Protects Me, Which Stifles Me


A Great Ditch Around The Heart


Which Rejects, Which Estranges Me





There Is A World In My Head Dead World Where Nothing


Lives


And It Is There I Am, Too Far


Far Too Far, To Be Rejoined





A Crown Of Thorns Is Still A Crown





I Am A King In A Kingdom Of Suffering


I Have Taken My Time To Reach This Stage


I Have Taken Pains To Torture Myself


To Descend, To Descend


Into Pain, I Exist


And If My Brain Is Numbed


The Thorn In My Flesh


Can Overcome Apathy





There Is A Glory In Humiliation


A Throne To Be Taken, A Crown To Win





I Have No More Tears


And My Smile Has Lost Its Brilliance


I Have Forgotten Who I Was


I Have Killed My Emotions


Crushed, Empty, Weary


Always Standing, I Am A Tree


Awaiting The Lightning