Discouraged (Legenda Aurea)

Withering and as ugly as sin What's right or wrong Who am I to tell? This dreadful sight This atrophied body It is me, lying on the ground Needless flowers of speech I cannot endure this shape Needless flowers of speech But they can't see inside of me My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality Mental breakdown: the insight, then the fall And now deadness is ubiquitous They dissect me without understanding ...Only a disease Not a human being Needless flowers of speech I cannot endure this shape Needless flowers of speech But they can't see inside of me My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality I can resist my inner demons I drown in the sea of forgiveness But somehow I die with thirst My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality My own mind... My mind is my prison I have lost touch with reality