The rain is cool and just a drizzle,
it almost feels nice on my skin.
The clouds are looking a bit too dismal,
standing outside my gloomy inn.
My home, my dungeon,
is what it is to me.
A place not too common,
with not a single living tree.
Gray, gray, everyday,
making me feel so isolated.
I hope one day it all goes away,
so cold I feel refrigerated.
Would you help me out of this state,
out of this sad sad world that's mine?
Or is my time up, is it way too late?
From this darkness have I grown blind?
