Smoke drifts from my lips
As words are hard to find
In my vaporous memories,
I see the daylight's torn
Gazing at nothing,
I hear the roaches cross the floor,
Creeping around me, they celebrate my agony
Waiting as the vultures in the sunlight
One more injection,
Before my angel calls me back
And reminds me my fate
But what is the point to believe
In such a celestial creature,
When I am nothing else but a shade?
In a glimpse of an eye I admire the beauty
Of my pathetic reflection in the dusty mirror
I behold the void, my emptiness, the hollow shape of my futility
When I face my life, I feel the cold of my distress,
My distress
Blackness surrounds me, in between the grey
No hope, no light, no life in the blue veins
Now I hear them coming,
The roaches and the shades
They feel my warmth
And crawl to my bare feet
To suck the last drops of my essence
Nobody's listening, so I talk to myself
Trying to find out the light
I lost all contempt so very long ago,
Dreams inside never die
I walk alone, no one beside me,
It is never as simple as black or white
I should have known, no one will find me
As long as I stay in this shade of grey
But do I really want to escape?
But do I really want to escape?
Dry tears are pouring down on my skin
Carving the letters of the last word
SolitudeMy name!!!
Dying in a ray of moon,
Laying on a bed of hatred
Sinking in a sea of madness,
Drowning in a nihilistic dismay
Falling, and falling again
Like the body of the man hanged at the tree of his miserable life
Breathing the lies of mankind, the message of the blinds
The apocalypse is so near
I can even smell their fears, The rope is so tight
My hopes, black as night,
I know there will be no more fight
Free me
You witness my fall and you laugh
And I stay lying in this room
The Jaded Bottle in my hand, so empty
I feel the roaches on my flesh
Their path, my last caress
The pills are my last friends,
No shade above my end
My life is of no use