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.
