Over the stars
To get under the pain.
Defeat the world
to be defeated by yourself.
So what is there to gain?
Suicide is futile.
Waiting in exile
with a wasted life
when all you ever wanted
was something to prove
-to prove anything at all.
Is it so hard to believe
that you may prove to those that make up your world
but that you’ll never know
because you’ll never receive
destined to be another corpse
just another number
Just another plot in the part where your dieing flowers are thrown.
Motives unknown.