Threnode

I despise my own existence

I am all yet nothing



I distrust the human condition

With every breath I take



The world is dead through my eyes

The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies



I'm blinded by the piercing light

Sickened by this false harmony



The world is dead though my eyes

The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies.



Life; like a wound that acts

Dragging me down through a torn existence

My restless soul



I seek comfort in the darkest of times



Time keeps dragging on

I feel like I don't belong



The world is dead though my eyes

The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies.



Life; like a wound that acts

Dragging me down through a torn existence

My restless soul

Pierced by the light

The silence grows

There's nothing left but the stains