eVERyTHinG EnDS
Scream into the darkness, the knife cuts closer to the bone each time to cut, and what you hide from becomes what you love, understanding merged with confusion as we stare out towards the ocean that we cannot feel. The light burns our eyes, sears down on us, the noise fills the lungs and you can taste the guilt you have created. The feelings have spread and grown crushing what you once were. Love is the false word spread through the ages, invented, imaginary. Those breathe down on our lifeless bodies as we writhe in what we have created. This is a dead world from which we are born, to which we die, suffocate and smother what we believed in till you are free. Destruction of the senses and the truths. Then world is dead; our minds wander through the endless deserts expecting reward. Endless sins, soulless promises, we are riddled with this, riddles with the dark ages.
Yell into the light, kill the gods you have sought after, blood drips from all the open wounds, deep into the holes in the earth, open veins to see your saviour, will you grow for this? Saved and screwed, do you understand what we have become? Born into a world that is dead, aborted truths scream pro guilt, the victims scream for blood while the guilty take from the living. Yet the darkness eats away, enters and dilutes into the system we fear, becomes one with what you hate and what you love, stolen life-dead burial-shards of hate.