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.
