I should have died, when I was born.. I shouldn't have live to see the morn.. I shouldn't have seen the first dawn.. This road's paved with silver thorns.. This life is cursed with hell’s gaunt.. My heart bleeds within, incessantly.. My life is revolving, meaninglessly.. Bound in sorrows, I can’t break free.. No hope, no light nor truth I can see.. All I know, I despise thinking of me.. I can’t escape, I’ve fallen in too deep.. Each and everyday, I drown in grief.. No veneration or God I could believe.. I would not try, I hate to be deceived.. Joy is a language I couldn't conceive..