We are those, who everyone's forgotten
Our souls are invisible to them
Only our shells, predictible and rotten
And our darkend eyes are visible to them

We walk alone in our world
Which none can see, nor understand
Where death is just a word
And life - eternal stand

For our dreams we've paid a price
And so we suffer for their sake
Emptiness is the curse of our nights
And loneliness - the curse of our days

PS: я удивляюсь как я помню все свои стихи наизусть...