I cannot shed another tear,
My soul is stabbed with corruptive fear.
From where the pain comes, I do not know.
Chaos has reached its highest low.
My sanity has run away,
Leaving my body to decay.
The voices around me pull me in,
I am in oblivion, surrounded by sin.
How did I get here? What is this place?
Reality escapes without a trace.
I close my eyes and wish it away,
It knocks me out without delay.
What in the world did I do to myself,
To drag my body into this hell?
When everything is black and I cannot think,
I'll feel like I just had something fiery to drink.
Burning down my throat, I throw my head back,
My mind is utterly thrown off track.
I lie down where I am and curl up in a ball,
Hoping, with my drunkennes, I'll get away from it all.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Sarapin, in the year 282 AF.