Loner in the darkness of tomorrow,
Estranged in life's beautiful sorrow,
Spectator on his own stage of play,
Viewing everything in shades of gray,
Tormented by thoughts of hellish agony,
He is nothing but a living tragedy.

Walking on the shores of the great sea,
Looks upon the future only to foresee,
Giant waves, that seek only to destroy,
Using human faces as a carnal decoy,
Level all hope in their determined path,
Filling the heart with nothing but wrath.

He glances at the moon, which is now missing,
He feels he's heart and soul as are aging,
A tear wants to drop onto the thirsty sand,
Asking himself when did he arrive on this land,
He asks the stars if there is a direction,
To stop the mind from this awful reflection.

Shades surpass him from the past,
Taking their toll to the very last,
They push and throw him into the unclean,
Untill there's nothing left to be seen,
Of he, who tried to deny reality,
The one with a different mentality.