Have you ever been to the depths of despair?
It’s a waiting ground to the Devils lair,
You tumble and fall but it’s an endless abyss,
No place on Earth is as lonely as this.
There are no sounds, no conversation,
You try to grab a hold in desperation,
There’s nothing to grab, you can’t get a hold,
It’s unfriendly and hostile, lonely and cold.
If you pass through you may see me there,
With a saddened look and an ice-cold stare,
If I could speak, I’d welcome you there,
In this place, this place, they call despair.
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