An unconscious weight of cold memories freeze me in apathy.
It drowns me in a thick, suffocating, woeful isolation.
Outside the grey walls of my tomb,
Vicious black smog spews a vile breath of ash and misery.
I can't escape.
Tormented by the deafening howl of a withering lust.
The painful atrophy of my dead flesh withers
With a self destructive craving for the end...
I want to feel your corrosive tears lay me bare,
Burn away my flesh and leave my hollow shell weeping.
Weeping for the numbing bliss of nonexistence.
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