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 sombre 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

A dead world where nothing lives

And it is there I am, too far,

Far to far to be rejoined

A crown of thorns is still a crown

I am a king in a kingodm of suffering

I have taken my time to reach this stage

I have taken pains to tourture myself

To descend, to descend

Into Pain, I exist

An if my brain is numbed

The thorn in my flesh

Can overcome apathy

There is 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