Hymn Of Sorrow

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

It’s so cold here in the dark
I admit, I’ve banished the Sun
Here, at the abyss of my existence
I don’t know what I have become

Bleeding heart
Sad flickering eyes
All hope is torn apart
Silent breath
Passive and bored
Lost in the arms of death

Sometimes it feels like an endless dream
And I wonder who’s the dreamer of my life

So many wasted tears
An ocean full of shards
Sometimes I count the countless pieces
The pieces of my broken heart

And even if my heart stops beating
Or if the world goes down forever
My life will end but the void will remain
‘Cause every self-portrait needs a frame

So many wasted tears
An ocean full of shards
Sometimes I count the countless pieces
The pieces of my broken heart

At the abyss of my existence
What have I become?

Bleeding heart
Silent breath
Torn apart
Arms of death