Banishment, tortuous paths are strewn across the way
Of this hate fiend, man
Incarcerated by my own malignance
Kindred to no one, I am the one being

I am the one, the only
The beginning and the end
The end of a life that should never have been

No praise shall I ever beseech
For there are none whom supplicate
Alone, a victim of my own creation

Possessed of no morality
I scour this world in search of faith
Your truths are empty, your pages blank
My life a coffin, my soul a tomb

And I fall into the wind
For in it my words remain unheard
Mankind has forgotten me
None shall hear me
As I fall into the wind

I am the one, the only
My existence means nothing