I never know when the fever starts to grow I only realise that my mind is gonna blow no emotion, no fusion, just a vision of ease when I float into nothing and wait for some peace
you’ll never find out why all my senses cry you’ll never know that my heart is gonna die it’s an illusion of nothing, a filthy picture of decay like in a minute of silence and some pulse-delay
without our self-relief, there would be no hate or grief it makes me wonder why, we don’t just decide to die without our phantasie there’d be no fear inside us all is there anybody out there, do you hear me call?
if you decide to seek the truth beyond the seal of constant youth you’ll find an empty desperate strain ‘cause inside of me there’s nothing more than … pain!
feel free to heal & lose yourself in moments of sorrow & emptiness keep breathing for another revivial construction of night & a secret denial
I thought this little jewel would help let me forget to abandon reality (&) the moments I regret to shed all emptiness, destroy despair the burning smell of scars is waving through the air
sometimes I used to feel that wounds will never heal on the horizon of forgiveness there’s nothing here to seal instead it seems to kill me slower than I thought it’s only flashy moments that I have caught
& nails are piercing me, like in a grief of killing spree all fear inside my brain is starting to haunt me again it’s all fucked-up somehow, a burden more to take I erase myself by now, don’t want to awake