cold and wet I lie alone

in your prison, in your hell

it matters not why I'm here

for the deed's already done

no matter what I did

I'm trapped here in this room

cement walls and beautiful sorrow

forevermore my sole companions

no beacons of hope

no window of chance

the odds aren't stacked, though

because there are no such odds

just a rotten ghost of a soul

in a hollow sickly host

without even an intention

of thinking of escape

there's nowhere to escape to

there's nowhere to hide

I can't go back to your reality

or to the dream world of mine

what's a dream? I've forgotten

don't tell me, I don't want to know

a dream just might kill me now

failure is a clever foe

that just might defeat me

while I lie here

am I still breathing?

I suppose I must be

because I think I'm still alive

because I feel the cold

and wet and pain

you must revel in my hurt

and my beautiful misery

why else would I be here?

why else would I hurt,

except to keep you content?

I can think only of countless reasons

but here the reasons don't matter

reasons don't give a damn about me

and I've learned in here

that I don't give a damn about them

reasons don't know feelings

or what it is to suffer

reasons are cold and heartless

who am I to talk though?

a prisoner to you

a failure, a lie, to them

I'm cold and heartless too

or at least that's what I see

looking at my soul

through a cracked dirty mirror

that exists only in my mind