Life without hopes ... Death without reason
Well concealed
My human destitution
Shroud of endless void
Within
A shadowed figure
A lone failure
Shameful posture
Shy disciple of darkness
A fool to decay in ever-cold
All scripts of life unknown
Unheard
All breath to give in to (dark) spiritual formulae
In grief... placid
The world surrounding shatters
Obsessed by ill consumption
Possessed and inclined
To enter this covetous passing
True and bitter with my destiny
The wish of death...
Be real
Carving... my skin
Reveals... the face... of... tragedy
Better... to feel
The pain... fully
Than to drift
In the emptiness
Between nothing
And sadness
Cut up
Depressed
Alone
Wounds as deep (as any) burial
(And) sorrow deeper than any wound
I gave (myself)
Thicker than any scar
I left
For me
There is no hope
Left alone in here
For there is no escape
A life painted with blood (and loss)
The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge
And these wounds of mine will never *ing heal
