My heart is a hole, my soul is cracked I do not fear death or growing old only that I will never find love or someone to hold, I ask my gods why have you forsaken me why don\'t you hear my pleas, why put so many demons in my head filling my life with nothing but dread, everything I touch withers and dies, I sit alone in my isolation wishing for the end to come, no kingdom awaits no light to be found just me and my demons, my only friends I just wish for it to be quiet again