lostchild445

If in the end it all falls apart
What’s the point of a story’s start
Nothing but grey sky’s and teary eyes wait for us
When our skin turns cold to the touch

If there’s no god above us then what awaits us
But the end of consciousness
Peace at last, laid to rest
A long and tired soul drifts off to sleep for eternity

If all we are remembered by is the day on which we die
A number on a stone past the cemetery gates
Then I ask what’s the point in life anyway?
To writhe, to hate, to wonder…

If every day passed by without a sign
Something to believe in, even if its just […]

The bell tolls once as I walk the streets alone. Strange, as the tower had not known my presence for some time

I cannot truly be alive when I walk so alone, so empty, so void of emotion
I feel nothing. I smile no more, I cry no more, I am numb
I tried to overcome this but in the end it caught up to me
A cloud of despair, bursting with the rain of the tears I’ve wept and the blood I’ve shed from my arms and wrists
It follows me everywhere I go, relenting for a moment only so it is able to strike again and take more […]