I move past by this world of my presence that seeks my tear,
She walks past by me killing the little of what my tear can cry.
An eye that cannot see the wretched, the ugly, the unworthy,
My devil...... I smile at you now and he cries.
So much to despise in me, I wish to see through her eyes,
So much to hate in existence of mine that makes me cry.
My heart is not my bane that fills me with life,
It is my life itself that exists with no purpose.
Dream do I no more of a smile that I would,
as you tear that face of mine and burn it to smile.
Undying is my love towards you whom I do not know,
I thank you for killing that dream of mine.
You who existed in my life in my bane,
I free you from my face, from my life, from my pain.
I see darkness from a blind man's eyes,
I feel my time that passes by me.
Nature my mother shall I drop a dew more,
as so did my eyes see this life of mine.