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The deadly way out reveals the truest cruelty |
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and isolates me from reality, |
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but I'm asking myself: what is reality: a dream? |
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Everytime I reach this point, I remember dreams that will never be reality. |
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Taking a bath in razors, entices me as a solution for my endless grief. |
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The decision draws nearer. |
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On a transparent way, I float much more away, without any sight. |
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Am I blind, or am I still alive? |
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And once again, I only sense the purest absence. |
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A wound like this, cannot be healed anymore. |
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I will decide, for the last time. |
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The courage I've lost long ago - for I'll never feel happiness anew. |
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In emotions of solitude, the non-presence is my home.my grave. |
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When the pulse no longer throbs and the last drop of life left my veins, |
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I become forever paralysed, by this ultimate.Cold Void |