Am I alone? Am I the only one out there? Or is there someone like me in this unholy universe. Or am I stuck in a parallel universe filled with ubiquitous people like me? Where am I? What am I? Why is it that I feel cold? What stripped me of that warmth? What is it that pushes me to the brink of parallelism? What is unholy? Is it a myth? Or is it man that defines my sickness that I have bled my life to.
What has my gluttony pushed me to? Where else can I go with this sick hunger? My mind is in pain. It bleeds like a hemorrhage and is waiting, waiting for a chance to spread in all its possible directions. My soul wants for more. The wrath of my sins is eating me inch by inch. I have submitted myself into the sins of sickness.
My sickness pushes me into the brink of loneliness. Why didn't you just let me rot? Why did you bring me back to life? Why? Why I ask you! I should have died. I should have just, died.
What has my gluttony pushed me to? Where else can I go with this sick hunger? My mind is in pain. It bleeds like a hemorrhage and is waiting, waiting for a chance to spread in all its possible directions. My soul wants for more. The wrath of my sins is eating me inch by inch. I have submitted myself into the sins of sickness.
My sickness pushes me into the brink of loneliness. Why didn't you just let me rot? Why did you bring me back to life? Why? Why I ask you! I should have died. I should have just, died.
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