• Each day i rot,
    i fall back into my mind i call my soul.
    I fade away...day after day, and after
    another day passes, i soon begin to
    slip away from the world i call my life.
    Day after day i disappear, into what i
    soon become...

    A shadow... a nobody, what people
    see me as. Each day my soul begins
    to darken, i grow even more weary.
    I wonder what people see, or even
    say about me. Because my life i live,
    has passed.