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Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can`t fight

My soul has left me

Even my shadow has gone

Long empty days

Terrifyingly shallow nights

Dreaming is not enough any more

I want to feel alive,

but perhaps it is too late

Allready dead inside



It is stupid to hold on

That glass bottle becons

becons, becons,

crying in a shrill voice

I want to slam it to the pavement

push its gleaming pointed shards

into my neck and press, press

press down with all my strength

It is hard, oh so hard

not to give in to such a desire

a sublime temptation which

consumes my every thought



Oh why does my heart cry

shrivel and weep tears of blood?

I cannot fight on,

don`t want to carry on

deep lamentations slash my wrists

confusing my trembling spirit

as my soulless eyes stare

with pretend passion

from a Masque of indifference

and pathetic terror