only to give me death
for my soul died as it was born
with my first weeping breath
i have cried since and shall do so
until the world is dead
and then ill cry its absnece too
though it live in my head
this world is naught but suffering
a slow death full of pain
the agony tears at my heart
as my tears falls like rain
what price we pay for worthless things
with blood and trears we strive
we lie to our selves and call
this empty dark shell "life"