The deadly way out reveals the truest cruelty
and isolates me from reality,
but I'm asking myself: what is reality: a dream?
Everytime I reach this point,
I remember dreams that will never be reality.
Taking a bath in razors, entices
me as a solution for my endless grief.
The decision draws nearer.
On a transparent way, I float much
more away, without any sight.
Am I blind, or am I still alive?
And once again, I only sense the purest absence.
A wound like this, cannot be healed anymore.
I will decide, for the last time.
The courage I've lost long ago -
for I'll never feel happiness anew.
In emotions of solitude,
the non-presence is my home.my grave.
When the pulse no longer throbs
and the last drop of life left my veins,
I become forever paralysed,
by this ultimate.Cold Void