Part 4

Tearing nerves, detestation
Broken bone, bloodhaze
Memories disappeared behind my eyes
I have no past anymore

Tearing human feelings
It's din shouting in my ears
Mild passing afflictions
Anger confusing in me

Harping sensation, I stifle it
My shape doesn't change
But inside I teared
I, new existing shade

In my eyes you can't see anything
I'm here but I cannot feel
Hate is the only thing
I pay homage to my passion (of mine)

I became a sign. A creation
Made by human. Was I ever different?
I haven't got timeless memory
There is something in my pallid eyes