Threnode

I despise my own existence
I am all yet nothing
I distrust the human condition
With every breath I take
The world is dead through my eyes
The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies
I’m blinded by the piercing light
Sickened by this false harmony
The world is dead though my eyes
The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies.
Life; like a wound that acts
Dragging me down through a torn existence
My restless soul
I seek comfort in the darkest of times
Time keeps dragging on I feel like I don’t belong
The world is dead though my eyes
The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies.
Life; like a wound that acts
Dragging me down through a torn existence
My restless soul
Pierced by the light
The silence grows
There’s nothing left but the stains