The disgrace of being alive
Haunts the forgotten soul
Shadows are imagined by this terrible mind.
Growing disturbance in the heart of mankind.

Crying because of the punishment.
Going deaf because of the horrible sound.
Losing sight of the unforgotten,
The glance of the lost grace.

Passing through this time of dying personalities,
Throwing away the trust, hope, joy and horror.
Uttering a word of illness,
Imagining the times to come.

The wall of disgrace has his name written on it,
Seaming more and more intense,
Crawling through the unknown valley,
The roads of his heart suddenly crossed.

Unwilling to admit this force,
Not wanting to be the clown of the fools,
He rises,
Giving up his body so he can recover his soul