• A twisted little soul.

    Flown to the endings abyss.

    For, even here, pain exist.

    Towards a pointless destination.

    Is lonely truly a destiny?

    For now I see the black of space,

    and the stars seem to shine a little less bright.

    I've drown many nights,

    for my head overflowed with overwhelming thoughts.

    A perfect masquerade, as we dance the dance of dysfunction.

    Mother, Can you handle the monsters?

    Gnawing away at your being and leaving you naked.

    Such a broken woman.

    Such a worthless daughter.

    Druggy son,

    No self control son,

    lost son.

    Burn the sky,

    kiss the evils hand.

    Give into yourself, your weakness.

    Live for the high,

    or just live to die.

    Whether it may be,

    Believe we are here for something.

    A sliver of hope can take you a long way.

    Maybe that silver lining is truly hopeless.

    For we could never reach the sky.