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I might as well be dead

All feelings drop to the floor

So many things have gone wrong

I can't be this useless, could I?

I can't feel anything around my body

Except for my defeated sanity

Come with me to the altar of blasphemy

Oh father, will your god what you see

Cry for him, pray for him blindly

He will forgive you, won’t he

There are the beasts behind the piles of bones

And the blood on the claws

Oh father, darkness it shall be, took your last breath and come with me

Tonight won't be the last

I scan the mass of the lifeless ruined

And desperately try to reach some closure

My head is filled with unholy images 

“I find the image of her smile in my mind

And try to find my way out”