| My eyes are blind . . . |
| . |
| My eyes are blind, my ears deaf, |
| my heart is sealed and my mind frozen, |
| Physically I am breathing, |
| and so is my heart beating, |
| but deep inside I am dead. |
| In the depths of my soul, |
| the only truth is deception, |
| the only light, darkeness |
| the only sound, silence |
| the only escape, imprisonment |
| There exists no foe nor friend, |
| there is no begining or end. |
| I set out alone, I am alone, |
| and in these crowds I still feel lone. |
| This noise, these lights, |
| these sounds these sights. |
| I am immune to them, |
| for never can they touch the inside of me. |
| My simles, my tears, |
| my dreams, my fears, |
| are all for myself. |
| Everything I have is just for myself, |
| but still there is nothing I can call mine. |
| I hear the laughter, I hear the cries, |
| I experience the promises and the lies. |
| And slowly leaving dark clouds time flies, |
| and more and more my inside dies. |
| People talk of eternity and I wonder, |
| what makes them want to live forever. |
| For life is death of the dead, |
| do not know of many lives but have died many deaths. |
| For me eternity is not of soul or being, |
| eternal in me is this cruel feeling, |
| I will live to die and die to live, |
| with no struggle or effort survive, |
| survive to struggle to survive again, |
| and live on and on to experience more pain. |