...So short of hope... falling through the mist, my collision with the walls of eternity in the mountain's hazy depths, I slip onto thee In the distance I wept, my presence descended that night I lost something inside I felt nothing from my skull it rains in red never knew what the signs said burns into my hands and feet, the air please God, let not my destiny be theirs close my eyes again, praying for this nightmare to end
only further I fall this dormant suffering that could not be awakened the pain they were to cause, for they had been forsaken and so their presence faded as I saw them fly away somehow I wished that I was one of them search my soul in distraction, I can't help it I am drowning in myself glide so easily between my eyes into my skull I know now I shall be lost forever ...so short of hope and dying!