On an endless, inky ocean of sorrow,
In a salty, arctic circle of hell,
The lost soul clings, not to hope, but to pain;
Pain alone he knows and trusts
Pain his only friend, his only life raft.
And so he holds on tight to stay afloat.
Save the slap of icy waves,
And numbing howl of fierce winds,
That echo over and over his plaintiff cries;
Cries of anguish and betrayal,
Cries he knows will never be answered,
For hope has long since perished here.