1. DROWN, DROWN, MISTRESS OF SORROW

I am air, I am dust
Feeding on you
Until you feel
I am the cold breeze
You rather not feel
The void you rather not see
No longer I have a part
Unnoticed I leave you be

Solace unwanted, a desire for sin.
Self hurt, self destruction.
You are solid ground, the earth I kiss
I defy you for a shallow wish.

I am nothing, I am air, I am dust.
Leeching on you.
You are numb.
To my cold, dark desolation.
A void unnoticed.
Unworthy