Torment paused for a moment.

Pain paused for a cause.

Time sweeping by laments.

Death waiting in pause.



A life, again those words!

I live one every day,

Yet here I still se it lay

Its eggs in hordes.



No sense left nor meanng,

Always nothing to keep going,

Hope extinguished by myself,

In an attempt to save life itself.



Flayed spirit like flayed flesh,

Yet still stronger than before.

Numbed myself to an entire world,

Laid my soul at the bottom of a well.



But what are those ominous words

That I write down about my own self!

All there is, is an oncean of fog,

Bottomless, in this world made for myself.



A trap that I set

And willingly I fell.

Perhaps looking for something

That in reality never was a thing.