Scourge Of Seclution Testo

Alone absorbed in my grief, I can't find a solution Emptiness surrounds me, as dying days go by I tried to battle with it, but I'm not strong enough I am just waiting for death, to put myself out of misery I cannot live with these tortures I? m just a scourge, a scourge of seclution Slowly my mind dies, am I living in reallity anymore My body is full of scars, but do I feel a pain anymore Where are my friends, when I need them most Suddenly I begin, to hate my odious self