Through Caverns Old and Yawning -

What a friend

What a friend

Has Torment

Found in me

My chest, my chest

A cavern

Wherein he may dwell

My eyes

But shadows

My mind, my mind

A void

Unable to escape

This vile, vile

Carcass

I shall remain

Purposeless, purposeless

Without thoughts

But what a friend

What a friend

Has Torment found in me