Please, cry for me, stranger, for if I cry the night will
hear me, and be awaken. And I have no power left to run.
Please shed your tears over my deserted grave, let only the
wind touch it, for mortal hands will die when gripping it in
anger. Stranger, please, save me.
I cannot save myself.

I call the words of those who have forgotten what arisen is,
who forgot and been forgotten, and I envy them. The memories
are treacherous. Painful. Misleading.
And I have already lost the way because of them, because
whatever sense I have once had of what reality really was,
abandoned me, and the pavement that was underneath me went
hollow and grim.
I deserted the way, so it abandoned me in anger.

Cry over me, I beg you. Not for me, but for the world.
There is so much darkness there already, so much suffering,
and I am but one small soul that is struggling to break free
from its chosen cage. Let me break free, stranger, help me
break the chains. Let them bound the worthy, for I am not
worthy of this prison.
I am not a saint. I am not worthy to be kept under the glass
anymore.

Please, don't let me see your back. Your eyes are shining,
stranger, reminding me of you. Of lonesome nights and lonely
evenings, please, hear me, and let me see your eyes.
I am standing here, filled with regret and sorrow, my heart
is full, and empty. It is screaming. Please, will you forget
to hear?

Please, stranger, angel, Devil. I need you. For without you,
misery just doesn't feel the same.