As well as all I concieve, help to concieve, you're destined to fall... 
Nothing is left after I take it within my darken embrace
Even light fades when it comes close
I am the darken star, projecting my everlasting darkness 
As I never had the urge to keep anyone closer than this
I can live, if it's called that way, without anyone by my side	
As I am used to, truly am	
Bring forth the melancholy, and the all-present misanthropy
Again, I'm falling victim to self-loathing, and breaking ego
Ensuring yet another era of breaking apart, again
Nevertheless, I am nothing, a mere echo of sanity
Desperately craving for death
Misanthropy, on the other hand, disallows my empathy
My destiny, the perverted carousel of my depression
My misery, the never-found cause of all that drags me lower
And now, I had fell beneath the thorn, of the highest rose of all...
Denying my right for peace, whilst giving me a reason for war
Leading me further down demise.