The Beat of an Imaginary Heart, The Hole of an Imaginary Soul

So bare is the Winter of my Hysteria,

My first lifeless mess of which I happily partake

the fruitless wine of the one who betrays me

Poisoning my body as well as my mind

The tree that once blossomed effortlessly

Has long since withered in the harsh winds

of a cruel Winter created by the whispers

of the leaves and the shadows of

a deep Loneliness, a mindless disease

Sunlight fights valiantly against Darkness 

The marching of a million stars

Drowning in the weight of a void

Like a tumultuous waterfall

Flowing into nothing

No Purpose and no End