Ending

Everything in effort of ending A life that I want to sell There is nothing left upon the surface But inside is something I know well A boredom that will feed my anger A place that I’ve seen before I’d take myself from every answer If it would take me to the arms of a whore Her eyes whisper shadows of ending A world that I just don’t need My silence feeds her fear of falling And my emptiness will make her bleed A failed love for every person A lie that I can still feel I will stand before them with a happy smile But I laugh at them as I steal My parasite is still wanting an ending Of a game that I love to play The murderer and angel want to sleep now And my boredom has nothing to say