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