there is nothing but Infertility hereneven dreams are of nothingnessnand the rays of the sun and the moonncannot save me from deathnit seem everyone is ruinedntheir sins coveres in excusesnand without hope we livencontinuing numbly towards the bottomnn- the road into me is like the road down the Mirny minena spiralling descent into nothingnessnI'm a life completly crushed, an apparitionna black hole breathing involuntarilynn- I shatter all mirrors around menI cannot even bare my own stenchnI fear nothing like I fear myselfnand I curse this monstrosity I've becomennbroken, immobilencursed, yet still alivenn- each indifferent day I drink by the bottlenjust to be able to live with myselfnto survive the day and survive the nightnall the way to the next darf dawnnthat I never wantednnbroken, immobilencursed, yet still alivennoh, poor me...nor, poor me...