If eyes are the mirror of the soul

You will find in mine the scorn and apathy

You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book

You will see yourself as I see you



It is a mirror somber and opaque

Which protects me, which stifles me

A great ditch around the heart

Which rejects, which estranges me



There is a world in my head dead world where nothing

lives

And it is there I am, too far

Far too far, to be rejoined



A crown of thorns is still a crown



I am a king in a kingdom of suffering

I have taken my time to reach this stage

I have taken pains to torture myself

To descend, to descend

Into pain, I exist

And if my brain is numbed

The thorn in my flesh

Can overcome apathy



There is a glory in humiliation

A throne to be taken, a crown to win



I have no more tears

And my smile has lost its brilliance

I have forgotten who I was

I have killed my emotions

Crushed, empty, weary

Always standing, I am a tree

Awaiting the lightning