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
