it seeps in dulling the senses vodka of the soul
pain seems far away still a present reality
acceptance of fate causing a repression of emotion
living sacrifice demon defying zombie of humanity
glazed over emotions like eyes of death to a soul of loss
finally able to think and wanting nothing more than bliss
could life just move on to fast forward this empty cell?
reborn damned saint for those who want life on their terms?
what life is there in a prison of dark truths...emptiness
hardcore? find the real meaning in nothing it doesnt exist
semi-parallel paintings make him smile and wonder
is it really true such people know of this feeling?
before him the pieces in two neat rows should he move
chasing chess pieces to no avail ready to give up on hope
finding strength knowing only them that have it survive




um yeah wrote it then was creeped out by it and decided to
scare all of you too whatever anyway here it is