Oblivion

Must it always be so dark and cold Why can there be no light in this place No hunger or reason for keeping my life Hanging on by a rope made of paper thin lace My darkness it seems all consuming Not one small point of hope can I see No direction just floating blindly throughout life No prospect for redemption not one purpose to be I look at my hands and they're stained With the blood of all I could have been Every one that I butchered and mangled Left me more alone and less likely to win A last failure it seems in my life Is the one thing I must surely take And with that there is finally hope that it ends In sweet oblivion for my sake