Coldworld - This Empty Life

Your empty eyes can’t bare no sight 
Your empty hope can’t speak of her
Your empty heart can’t bare a life,
You’re good as nothing, makes you cry
This empty life 

Sadness does something to the way we see the world. In the experience of deep sadness, the world itself seems altered in some way: colored by sadness, or disfigured by it. Rather than living inside us, as our normal passions do, our sadness seems to envelop everything: we live inside it, as if it were a cocoon or a prison. At such times, we seem particularly aware of the world as a world, as a place where we have to live.
—  Cold World: The Aesthetics of Dejection and the Politics of Militant Dysphoria by Dominic Fox