Close To Katatonia

Beside myself the shadows creep like old memories
And [bad word] winds, they laugh at me, they are my enemies
I sit in the corner, feel guilt and wrecked, and wait for them, and [bad word] back
My weakness sell my soul to them, to seven rounds that reign in [bad word] 

One... I only want to touch the sun
But I'm drown, and I can only feel disharm

I'm close to katatonia... 
No light around, no voice of mercy
And my surround is mindless corpses
My body doesn't obey me
Alone like a stone, so proud but free...