Totally empty...
Like a good wine... spilt in the drain..
Efforts flow into a sea... a sea of shameful waste..
And my blood... my black blood is the paste...
That keeps my misery together..
All hope.. cast into a small ship swallowed by the waves of despair..
Optimism died on the battlefield, it's banners burned.. remenants reduced to ash..
already used... to all the failure around me.. I realised that everything
is worthless...
All my strength drained and thrown away...
No more lust to move on... no fuel to move my limbs...
A worthless carcass awaiting the hand of mercy..
all the laughter keeps echoing through my head...
As soon as you enter the competition you allready know, you've lost everything
there is nothing you can do to stop it...
You know that feeling? Hitting your enemy so hard until your fists bleed... yet nothing will change ?
This is what we call... The black circle of life...
i found a way to break the cycle...
as i paint the floor with my blood...
I exhale... my final sigh
and now it's over...