I can no longer find any essence of br Happiness, even in my daydreams the br Emptiness drowns my soul and br Keeps my heart in a frozen abyss. br br A reverie of the forest where the br Plants are singing and the wind is br Fresh, but the trees are stained br With the dripping blood of suffering. br br Flora and fauna of the forlorn br Solitary woodlands, a sorrow so br Deep it has no image, it has no br Explanation, only a cold, blank nothingness. br br I am done with my fantasy world, br I am through with reality and have br Lost all faith in existence, carving through br The veins my breath pulled from cinders.