Living In a Mass Grave

Another time, another reflection

I watch into the looking glass

On which my blood is dripping

Projections of my living fund

The other me is falling in tears

While gaze is turning to black

Sometimes I can’t stand this pain

A living nightmare, full of sufferings

Then I grab quickly a razorblade

And cut my skin to set this discomfort free

As I fall in the cellar of memories

Among bleeding and rotten corpses

I feel there’s no escape

Undead grim eyes are watching me with delight

You are a living piece of shit

You’re nothing and you should be at our place

Their voices are tormenting me

Rude words from forgotten entities hidden in Darkness

I try to climb this mountain of cadavers

But my nails break and blood makes me slipper

I fall from high

And break my bones on the grim ground

They crawl towards me

And start to devour my body

I wake up in the real world

Gazing all around me

I feel my blood is still streaming

In a last breath I leave your shitty world