no one hears me crying
  on my knees goddamn
  my soul is nowadays 
  a waste ground
  no prospect would
  change that
  and blood tears i cry
  every hope is dying
  i'm losing
  my heart is getting
  sore [if i had 
  something similar
  some time]
  macabre banquet
  of unrealized wishes
  i washed rough the floor
  but the puddle of fallen
  blood don't leave easyly
  and the pain, 
  the uncredible pain
  i put in order my room
  do the same with my head
  [head, body, heart and
   soul]
  is more difficult
  taken in this blue verse
  this beat
  it's pure agony