My whole existence

Castles built with dust

To vanish with me

To dissolve in the fog

A seed near the surface

Waiting for the rain

To rise towards the sky

Or dissolve in the dirt

Constant

Longing

Turning

To apathy

Wallowed in dreams

Growing envy

Turning to hate

Of humanity

May God grant me peace

By bringing death upon this world

Hatred of life itself

Of what I have become

You there, with the scythe

Just come take me now

Take me now