Feel the cold upon my neck.nFeels like I'm the lucky onento turn away from all my troubles.nWait for emptiness to come..nA face that cries now dries it's eyes.n'cuz pain is now part of itself.nCan't stand aside and look within.nWhat do you fear when you're in hell.nI make a scratch unto yhe wall,nbut it remains unchanged beside me..nSo tell me what difference does it make,nif it's the last thing I see...nnMirrors scorn me with hate,n'cuz life is too hard to take.nAnd I don't need someone to talk to,nbecause I have no more to say...