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
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