• The walls are mealting.
    No one's helping.
    What have I become?
    Listening to silence,
    the same song that I once sung.
    By myself the door's are closed
    and no one hears my call's

    Cry's of fear,
    and dried up tears.
    Lost inside my Hell.

    I'm still alive,
    inside my mind.
    Nothing much has changed.
    If someone can help me
    because I am through playing games.

    If mo one shall same me.
    If I shall stay alive.
    This body,
    My imprisonment.
    And my Tomb shall be my mind.