Blinded but I feel the warmth. Sunrise... But even my inner fire is devoured by cold. Lies... All I love turns to lies, all I hate fills my soul. Now the silence sounds like cries in a world that I'm alone. I fear my own existence shrouded by my own fragile flesh. I only feel the pain filling my emptiness, my real world. I find peace only in the dark. I feed on my own blood. Blood... But I exist and however I'm born dead to live forever.