Sitting here I am waiting to be found
Feeling so alone
I try not to make a sound
As I hold in my moan

Filled with such fear
I try to ignore
But from my eye falls a tear
Realizing I have nothing to live for

I have lost my sight
And I have lost my will
No longer do I wish to fight
For this feeling I cannot kill

I wish not to be saved
And I look not for a cure
In darkness I am enslaved
Because there is nothing left pure