deep inside me there is an abyss made to swallow the world in search of a reason for me to exist and as words and ideas are spinning inside of my head the mist slowly disappears and leaves an empty plane
my celebration still is drawing circles in my head and my body feels so numb like i'm already dead seems like everything i grab will just slip trough my hands like the sand that i am when only despair remains
empty gods and faceless demons shatter to dust don't need this ideas to dream me worthy to live there is nothing that i can hold on no image of this world and i can't even get a grip on myself
my celebration still is drawing circles in my head and my body feels so numb like i'm already dead seems like everything i grab will just slip trough my hands like the sand that i am when only despair remains