An unconscious weight of cold memories freeze me in apathy

It drowns me in a thick, suffocating, woeful isolation

Outside the grey walls of my tomb, vicious black smog spews a vile breath of ash and misery

I can't escape

Tormented by the deafening howl of a withering lust

The painful atrophy of my dead flesh withers with a self destructive craving for the end...

I want to feel your corrosive tears lay me bare, burn away my flesh and leave my hollow shell weeping

Weeping for the numbing bliss of nonexistence