Nothing escapes thee
No-one escapes thee
When we meet again
I shall meet my final hour

I am tired and mad
At the void in the mirror
Horror and loath
For the void in my heart

In the end life is just
A preposterous horror
No man can live faced with death
Knowing that everything is nothingness

So come unto us
Blessed day of wrath
Reveal the secrets
Of unknowing beings

My life has been nothing but futile wandering
a great deal of words without any meaning
No bitterness or self-reproach
Its just the same for most human beings

When you refused to see
That you are just everybody else
Spitting in the irony of living in a town full of mirrors
The bittersweet realization of your impotence to change and plan the course of other lives

This is my hand
Its still running blood
The sun is up
And the wind is still blowing
And I stranded
Inside all of my pettiness
I am still playing a macabre chess with death

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