When I die, who will care? Once alive but never really there. An illusion, an hallucination, a hollow life. I was empty inside, the darkness fills my eyes, all I ever witnessed was lies. With tattered wings I ascend towards the heaves, only to begin my decent to this prison. A personal hell is where I reside, chained to this realm of demise. Hypocracy surrounds me and I'm drowning. So far below the surface and the thorn still pierces my side. Unconsious is my state of mind sealed off from the world as my soul weeps inside. The poison flows through my weins, the cold rain falls on my shoulders, it's a dark night for this poor lost soul. I corrode away into oblivion and no one ever knows.
