The House of Sorrow

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Here I am, bound and crippled,
Inside the circle of former people.
Tortured souls are wandering around.
Is this the last retreat I’ve found?

Gutted, desolated, and morally disgraced,
As tears stream down my distorted face.
No living soul will ever hear my call.
I‘m gonna die within these cold white walls!

Where’s my love, where are my friends?
This is exactly how my drab existence ends.
Feeble yellow body shall decay on a floor.
May the world forgive me, I can’t bear it anymore!