No Saviour Here -

I’ve fallen, lower than the depths of misery

I wallow in the sorrow of my own afflictions

Resentment my only release

Lost in a corridor of trees and all while the world is at sleep

An abundance of atrocities through a cascade of my broken dreams

Now hear my soliloquy, it’s a sombre tale of my dismay

Of how the last tear was cried for romance

Shall the flowers bloom when the earth collides with the sun

And all the fruits of once barren land flourish with splendor

Lost in a corridor of trees and all while the world is at sleep

An abundance of atrocities through a cascade of my broken dreams

Now hear my soliloquy, it’s a sombre tale of my dismay

Of how the last tear was cried for romance