I hate this place... with its sunny promises of warmth and life...
Its flowers bloom without color to me...
Its peace unattainable, its flowing hills bleak and dry...

A tranquil tomb, its blue skies shine black unto these eyes...
A sinister serenity, with every troubled breath I feel its hatred for me...
A twisted cauldron of brook and branch, a menacing whisper warns of our fate...

I collapse in this earthy grave... I feel a feeling without name...
I long for life... my thirst for death swells...
I cry out through the trees, why must this be?

Shackled to this place, I tear at the leaves...
Forging promises with myself, I've no desire to keep...
Locked within, I'm lost in waking sleep...

Desperation thunders... up through the trembling sky...
An empty void of one mortal's hopes and dreams...
In this filthy place, of unheard whispers and screams...