Depressive Rebellion

I sheltered in torn heart of nature
I burried my soul
and impaled my heart
and stabbed the sword through my heart
for I am beaten victorious
I failed in a battle with the vain god

I remember the day I never died
and it`s my so bitter pain

I blame the shut eyes
I blame the throbless heart
I blame the scabbarded sword
I blame the vain Gods
I blame myself
I blame my existence