Lifeless and cold I'm growing further to wards my death. closer to giving up on everything and leaving with one final breath. I'm in the state of silence wrapped torment. attaching itself onto me like a leach and pouring in like cement. To the grave I shall go and never to return. Awaiting at the gates of hell where I'm next up to burn. Kill me and take this shit away, too late as it may seem but it can still kill the dismay. Think to yourself and let the blood flow out. Scream into my ear and show me your doubt. Hack the sense of common respect and waste it in the trash and watch as my life fades away into smoldering ash. Its really messed up that these thoughts keep flowing but its what happens when so much shit keeps going. As demented as i sound i cant let it be. It must burst forth from within and show itself angrily.
