I still carry your picture in my pocket. I tell myself i dont need it, i dont care.
You banished me, rejected me, exiled me.
Now i wander on the shores of despair.
The waves washes away my tears, only sins remain.
Twisted, burned, left to live.

Wrath, pain, desolation, the enthroned things in my life,
Occupating my toughts, poisoning me, burning me.
The blade is calling me, it has been so silent for years,
now its calling me, the pain is sedutive once again.
Drown me in blood, cold, black as the ocean.
And the shores of despair remains.

Deformed, twisted, tortured. My being so dismembered. Crouching to the shore.
Trembling with pain, hoping to perish. I tried to rip my heart out, it turned to dust and
got carried with the wind. I cling on my last resorts, pain, hatered, corruption, and the urge to kill.
I seal your picture, and replace my heart with it. It stays inside, along these cursed vains.
I dont need you, i dont need anyone. Your corrupted hearts cant stand the sight of me anymore.
Filthy, disposed, decayed, so unclean. Cleanse me, purify my soul and send me back to the light.
Let the sun warm my frozen limbs and let me be free...

Toughts of you are tearing me apart
gently pulling my veins out of my arms, blackening my blood,
turning me to dust.

Memory of the promises
memory of the feelings

Now void, emptyness.
Trying to cry, feeling numb and hoping to perish.
Once the light fades away, only darkness remains.
Now i havent got the time, the answers, the humanity.
Burn me. Just burn me.