Silence builds an awful wreckage of this man
It feeds on his loneliness and creates a void
Grey shadows haunt, torment and torture
This man is stricken and destroyed
There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
Love has thrown in the towel today
Sombre, melancholy moods decay his soul
It is futile to hope or to dream, or perhaps even pray
Emptiness build a home inside of him
In places where hollows have now bred
A deepening sea of worthlessness consumes him
And eats away at his every connecting thought
Confusion feeds like a savage inside of him
Leaving nothing that might be considered worthy remaining
It seems he is destined to walk through life in this way
Alone, exiled, different and discarded