Austere
To Lay Like Old Ashes
A longing senseTo fulfill my days of empty slumber. The remnants of life, Like ashes, scattered across the ground. It all seems worthlessFrom the window pane, I gaze upon the autumn tress. Raining leaves and gnarling mists, Like my very essence, greyTravelling through nothingness. My life is fucking empty. To exist in fragile lightSilenceColdAloneDeath, with no redemption, We're all heading towards the end. It is with us, from the dawn, The dawn of our miserable lives. We all live in a delusion, As life holds nothing but death
From Letras Mania