| The deadly way out reveals the truest cruelty | |
| and isolates me from reality, | |
| but I'm asking myself: what is reality: a dream? | |
| Everytime I reach this point, I remember dreams that will never be reality. | |
| Taking a bath in razors, entices me as a solution for my endless grief. | |
| The decision draws nearer. | |
| On a transparent way, I float much more away, without any sight. | |
| Am I blind, or am I still alive? | |
| And once again, I only sense the purest absence. | |
| A wound like this, cannot be healed anymore. | |
| I will decide, for the last time. | |
| The courage I've lost long ago - for I'll never feel happiness anew. | |
| In emotions of solitude, the non-presence is my home.my grave. | |
| When the pulse no longer throbs and the last drop of life left my veins, | |
| I become forever paralysed, by this ultimate.Cold Void |