self expression in bitter form

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Any other way of living is not living at all it's just waiting to die

Black bags circle my eyes,

sleepless nights are slowly killing me.

I'm waiting for my decay, for these emotions to pass and to have lifelessness embrace in it's beautiful arms.

Death is the only thing that will ever love me passionately, I'm I'm awake at night awaiting her visit.

You call this place a path to heaven but it feels like hell.

There's no happiness for me in your way of living,

what you call a good moral life.

I wont walk this path anymore.

What am I seeking?

What is the treasure in life.
Is it your beautiful heart which I cannot have? the one i must plunge into your chest to take?

Is it that smile that haunts me,

the name that I call out in tears?

I want to be rid of this stupidity,

this idea that life can be worth living is laughable.

Nothing rids me of this sorrow,

hatred burns heavy in me,

every sense is asking to kill,

but what life do I take, mine or someone else?

Well I find the answers in your death,

no but I think it will ease some pain.

This is the way of the heartless.

I wont apologize for my selfishness,

isolation has created this monster.

Like a plant I wait for the sun to let me grow or
wither.

I'll die alone putting all my hope in something or someone else.