i drown in despair
behind the dark hair
the curls that hide my death
i hunger for death
i take not a breath
of hope and all its companions
life choked my vigor
the shadow that much bigger
it looms over my poor, twisted soul
my soul, it is doomed
it lay there, ungroomed
watching the falling inevitability
the uselessness of struggle
futile grasps at the level
these attempts at living weren't but survival
survival is but a game
inwhich death has our name
yet he plays, he schemes, he meddles
so give no show
to the ones who know
how it's all, certainly, going to end
so i say unto you
do not avoid the true
menaing of life, for it ends, my friend...