My cruel world

Opened my eyes – I can´t see or hear a thing

I get up – I can´t feel or touch the world

shivers crawling up and down my neck

I start to roam – heading for a gloomy light

My cruel world stops turning

the final wake has come

fear on my painful journey

all what has been is lost

Through moonlit fog I don´t know which way to go

the passage fades – soul cries out in loneliness

the fog does clear – is this a dream or is it real

my stone is carved – my cold body lies in vain

My cruel world is over

the final wake has come

but future is so unclear

´cause now I´m dead and gone