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 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 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