Fallen from his own mental trap His dreams take him to awaken Open your eyes but do not want He was eventually forgotten Degenerate, the victim of his own mind He denied, and continue denying A creature without love or compassion A victim of society Awoken from his hell, he turns to walk He walks among those who use him They are not people, are abstract A black painting of pure evil He is pulled back and lying He smiles, as if dreaming Your pleasure is to seed the mental torment In the hearts of those who refuse to accept His eyes, cold as ice harder Impenetrable heart of steel Disease that infects all And nobody cares But when he sleeps again, going back to loneliness He is a human being, he needs love He does not know what it is, and not even know Why is the victim of your own mind ...