I feel not the spark of life
Just the cold of a knife
Splendor is empty, starved of its soul
Mirrored by my heart, an empty blackened hole
My world is black
My words are solemn
In the murk of my nest I dwell
A private Hell
Coldly I sigh towards you all
I hate you and I want to die
Let my name fade in time
Leave me to my weary ways
Sick of heart, sick of mind
Sick of never-ending days
The world is grey
It is for this I choose suicide
Beauty is derelict in mine eyes
Life is stale
My blood runs black
Fuck you all
All must end
It is for this I choose suicide
Beauty is derelict in mine
