If eyes are the mirror of the soul  You will find in mine the scorn and apathy  You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book  You will see yourself as I see you  It is a mirror sombre and opaque  Which protects me, which stifles me  A great ditch around the heart  Which rejects, which estranges me  There is a world in my head  A dead world where nothing lives  And it is there I am, too far,  Far to far to be rejoined  A crown of thorns is still a crown  I am a king in a kingodm of suffering  I have taken my time to reach this stage  I have taken pains to tourture myself  To descend, to descend  Into Pain, I exist  An if my brain is numbed  The thorn in my flesh  Can overcome apathy  There is glory in humiliation  A throne to be taken, a crown to win  I have no more tears,  And my smile has lost its brilliance  I have forgotten who I was  I have killed my emotions  Crushed, empty, weary  Always standing, I am a tree  Awaiting the lightning