(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching

for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you

more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too

apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since

the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it's days with so much

fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To

who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you...

who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...)



It's time to cast out of net

To call in all the old debts

To stumble over all the harsh words

And heal all the wounds

To steal every glance

Every darkened romance

And cast it to the pyre



To rewrite the words, feign the phrases

To finally finish those unwritten pages

If I even closed the chapter on you

I'm sorry, I never knew what else to do

It's last call and the hour is late

Time for the last nail in the coffin

Then cast me to the fire...



[People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...]