Life is a brutal hole were sea’s are filled with crimson sins
As night was snuffed out by light it hid inside my body
Its rot infesting my body, devouring my soul
No longer do I exist within the light, no longer can I stare at its beauty
My eyes filled with the dead sorrows of a man who never existed
Born into a world of light, a child of darkness I sit in this tub naked
As my wrists were slashed and my blood mixed with water, a mirror of my own sorrow
I let those emotions drip from my body, as death embraced life
Do not mourn for me as you stare at my corpse
Don’t even dare to say poor kid, because this existence is nothing, but ash to a face of a god who does not care about his children
I go now nethier to hell, or heaven for darkness existed within me, and now its my turn to exist within darkness
The cold numbing warmth will always embrace me
For I am a child of darkness, what you call emo, I call normality, I call it existence
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