The Comfort of Seclusion

WITH NOTHING TO OFFER

TO THE WORLD

THE WORLD HAS NOTHING

FOR ME

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY

OR SCREAM AND PLEAD

AND CRY

I CAN OFFER NOTHING

TO THE WORLD

SO THE WORLD

HAS NOTHING FOR ME

WITH DARKNESS CREEPING ON ME

FROM EVERY CORNER

IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY

NOR RUN

NOR HIDE

I CAN OFFER NOTHING TO THE WORLD

AND THE WORLD CAN OFFER NOTHING

TO ME

SO I SIT

AND I WAIT

FOR THE WORLD TO DESECRATE WHAT LITTLE I HAVE

WHAT LITTLE I HAVE STRIVED

TO ACHIEVE

MY LIFE IS IN RUINS

MY SMALL MATCHBOX OF MEMORIES

HAS FINALLY CRUMBLED

WITH NOTHING TO LIVE FOR

YET EVERYTHING TO LONG FOR

I SIT

AND I WAIT

IN THE DARKNESS OF THE WORLD

THUS COMES

THE COMFORT

OF SECLUSION