The cold will take my heart and love me
Needing darkness in loss of reason
I only see pain in everything
and will do anything for it.
How deeply can I mean nothing?
There will never be an answer or an end
To the loss
I fantasize about my funeral
It moves the depths of my inner hollow
To irretracable places, beyond redemption
Footsteps of my broken spirit are indistinguishable
Indulging alone - here in these deleting shadows.
I gaze from a hopeless corner
Wandering why I still have eyes
When this place is my home
Only to sadness will I return
Where I can exsist as this ghost
And emptinesses martyr once.
Cut hollow and deep
I will carve out my useless heart
I will never feel love
Throwing the pieces and blood at a sterile white wall
What is seen of my nothingness, and so fucking what?
I am only in love with the death of myself.
All I have is apathy
Towards being worth anything
And a despise
For all that represents sincerity
Against it: I have become the end
I will gaze from oblivion upon your death.
Pain is just a way out
Of an unwanted exsistance.