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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.