Like a candle in daylight Just a useless burning And a lost light Of hope I am empty Of my death: no soul to even dream Living is self harm for me Until one eventual tear of self hate No beauty in its fall And in misery I wait for you to follow to disconnection from life and self Disbelief my only way of tolerance Deep into nowhere with weary inacceptance Like a machine: just to perpetuate Digging the tunnel of worthless survival in emptiness. There is nothing but nothing Exsisting and by so: dissapearing Draining pieces into the relentless sea Thats crying eternally for nothing The meaning of my blood is dying For a pain that is merely necessary Within despair I grasp out for death But there's nowhere to fall from oblivion's edge A ghost of emptiness Here I will stay and as unmoved pieces: I will lay Just broken over and over again.
