Great abundance of grief, prosperity of poverty
And wealth of misery prevails.
Losses you gain with weakness as your power while
Rejoicing at your plentiful agony.
Darkness as your guiding light,
Winter frost keeps you warm through the night.
Gallons of absinthe to keep you sane,
Only death keeps you alive.
Solitude as your companion
And silence to hear your cries.
Hatred for you to cherish
And pain for you to enjoy effusively.
Flying to stay on the ground,
Fleeing to face the present.
Touching the prosperity
You always failed to see .