As I lay dying at the eve of my days,

There is a void inside me, hollowed by the years,

Time has made these scars, burned them in my soul,

Mouldred this ugly figure of anguish and woe,

Only death by my side, in the darkness waiting,

I weep for what I’ve done, cry for what I’ve not,

I beg for salvation, that cannot be found,

Never in this life, not whit these memories,

I have never shown regret or asked for forgiveness,

I have never relented, no, or yielded to prayers,

Only vision in my mind, as I give my life,

How she hides her face, and turn away.

sorrowfulkain:

“And I feel tired, empty and hollow, heart-broken inside
And I feel this life has nothing for me anymore
And I feel revived, sacred and honoured, one of the kind
And I feel this life is something I was chosen for.” - Insomnium, Through The Shadows