1. ABYSM OF EXISTENCE

The circle is complete, now I am the enemy. Trapped in my shattered husk, now I will suffocate. A life of lies where nothing means a thing, born into madness. I recall the pillars of the past, monuments of failure. I recall butchering myself to fit in with all you rats. There will be no peace, there will be no justice. All I know is this hunger for salvation. I foresee the end, the end of this damnation. All I ever wanted is to be free. Rest assured it will come to this, I will dwell in silence. Day after day, the same repetition. I gaze starwards, while I wither. No mortal triumphs will echo in these halls of steel. So bitter, so futile, the collapse is all I see. I bear the scars of your hollow world, pulled apart and fed to this nothingness.


2. STAGNANT OBLIVION

A lifetime of decay, a smile I know too well. Mirrors distort the view, holographs of me and you. We’re spitting shattered glass, digital and build to last. The pictures in our hands, just (a) means to an end. We feed the treacherous machine, begging for devotion. Our comfort lies in extinction, detached from our earthly wombs. Claiming the void as a sanctuary. Forever in decline, corrosion of the mind. Crawling through bits and bytes, in envy and apathy. Cold lies the scenery, untainted and lifeless. In our chains, we decay. Betrayed by vanity, we breathe denial.