Plagued By Torment
A Crippling Identity
Foundationless Morality That Casts Aside A Fading Beauty
Left Paralysed By This Voluntary Sickness
Left Deaf To Harsh Cries
Futile Pleas Of The Forgotten
They Drown In Their Own Blood
And With Bloody Hands They Visit You
To Confront You With A Crippling Realisation
You Are As Dead As They Are
You Will Vanish But They Will Fade
Panicked By Truth, A Crippling Absolute
You Cannot See The Bodies Before You
Contorted They Hang In The Branches Of Trees
Oblivious To Their Slow Decay
Oblivious To Your Hollow Life
Your Desolate Existence
Your Barren Mind
This Search Has No Ending
There Is No Meaning That Waits To Be Found
So Scream
Cry Out Your Questions
Dry Your Tongue And Choke On Your Words
Emptiness Is All That Awaits You
You Built Your World In Total Silence
Now Silence Is All That Is Left To You