Tides of Despair

It seems the dawn will no more raise
 And I lay on the graveyard of memories
 A mystic fog is embracing tombstones
 As from my right hand, an empty bottle is falling
 Melancholic waves are drowning my mind
 And turn the ship of my body to a wreck
 Broken by the tides of despair
 Until I lay on the seabed... dead
 From my other hand something else is falling
 A tube of several anti-depressive pills
 I've shallowed more than a half with whiskey
 And when I've felt, I hurt a grave on which my blood remains
 Melancholic waves are drowning my mind
 And turn the ship of my body to a wreck
 Broken by the tides of despair
 Until I lay on the seabed... dead
 The anger of my sorrow is leading each ones of my acts
 The sadness of my hatred is feeding my suicide attempts
 The more forward you all go, the more back I walk
 Cause I don't need to feel your gazes upon me... anymore... anymore...
 Melancholic waves are drowning my mind
 And turn the ship of my body to a wreck
 Broken by the tides of despair
 Until I lay on the seabed... dead