Each and every day, we live our lives
Seeking what we call happiness
But you know, in the end,
that "happiness" never lasts.

In a room, I sat alone,
Filled with terrible loneliness and emptiness.
Unable to take it anymore,
I left to join my brothers.

But one by one, they each rejected my company,
and even replaced me with a stranger.
I was so mad and busy kicking out the newcomer
that I didn't even notice one of my brothers' disappearance.

The dark hands of hell moved forward time
As I realized that one of my brothers' lives have been ripped away.
With shocked regret, I found my hands clenching tightly
while I watched the fourth brother's sorrowful funeral.

Not long after, his younger brother followed him to the afterlife,
being stabbed by a clown's bloody saw.
Even sooner after, our youngest brother died as well
to the bullets of our un-ill-intentioned guns.

What is this feeling? Sorrow? Guilt? Hatred?
What have we done to get the Devil's attention?
A scream of overwhelming guilt exploded from my throat
as I saw the last of life leave the second brother as well.

The dark hands of hell moved forward time
As I realized that more of my brothers' lives have been ripped away.
With a choked cry, I struggled to wreathe out of my confused despair
Only to be further pulled down by Satan himself.

Just then, I found your words pulling me up,
telling me that everything will be fine.
With a relieved sniffle, I clutched harder to you,
suddenly unable to let go.

But even He won't mercy you for me.

The dark hands of hell moved forward time
As I realized that all of my brothers' lives have been ripped away.
With choked falling tears, I held your cold body in my arms
and screamed "Wake up!"

What have we done to receive the Devil's punishment?
Where have we ever done wrong to deserve this?
Enveloped in despair, I cry out to the devils
so that my black call may echo through the merciless night.