Endless anguish touches my wretched soul
As if my thought creates only an empty whole.
All alone my once loyal and now fallen heart sleeps
It pleases itself with moments of silence and leaps.
My skin got stained from trickling tears now and again
As if the eyes draw a veil for not to be seen yet in a lousy vain.
So close to an epilogue my inner liveliness is written
Natheless, precious time I sadly spend as my memory is bitten.