Barely hanging onto life

Rotting, somehow, I survive

Holding onto shadows cast by strife, I dangle paralyzed

I am damaged

My time has come

I died long ago, and my mind's all that's left

Occupying this endless death

I am facing misery within the company

Of the souls of those damned to witness me

Stricken to the cross - this torture is my crown

Struggling to stay sane - when ashes are all that remain

Defiled by self-hate - my extinction preordained

When will I be at the end of everything I suffer through?

My colors fade to madness in obscurity - a darkened hue

When will I see oblivion?

I am searching for the end of life

Within myself, I know not of paradise

Only hate and of tragedy

Is this existence as it's meant to be?

When will I see the end?

Is this existence as it's meant to be?

When will I see the end?