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...
Solitude...My 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.