• I sang of it silently,
    While in the dark I bled.
    Mourning the loss
    of the life I never led.

    It slipped right through my fingers,
    like it was only sand;
    the harder I tried to hold it,
    the more that I lost, and...

    ...I didn't really notice
    until it was too late.
    Trapped now inside a prison
    from which I can't escape.

    There is no light nor darkness,
    no silence yet no sound;
    no open sky above me,
    and under me, no ground.

    No water in my tears,
    no fire in my soul;
    trapped in darkness bleeding.
    Blood as black as coal.