Dark days are coming our way.

Leave me to rot in the ground. Free from all I abhor. Fuck this life, I welcome death. A perfect silence surrounding me. Consuming me. I pray for no gods, no afterlife. Only for my light to be extinguished into an eternity of nothing. Nothing has been the same since I first witnessed death, to see that final breath leave a body. A moment of bliss, a man's tortured soul no longer trapped within their placid husk. This fresh cadaver, a biological tombstone. The only remnant of their former selves. Free me from the living, dismember my being and be unforgiving. Encapture my world and crush it around me. End all that I know and all that there will be. Why must I wait so long to be freed from this living nightmare? Only I never want to wake up, nor to fall asleep again.. I'm sick of this world - had enough of its endless torment Death is now my only comfort.

This futile situation Is wearing thin. So many lies divide us from what we hold true within our minds. A stable inquisition of everything. This doesn't cut it, yet we regret for our besotted threat. Our only hope of survival is to believe. Not in a god, but merely ourselves for this and any world. Stop this indoctrination, 'we'll follow suit as long as it's grey', No persuasion required to lead the blind astray. Only through abolition of falsity can we reclaim absolution. Our race of vanity to blame And I'm born again in this violent fold. The fuse is lit, but it's burning cold. Refusal is again, imminent in silence. Cowards are towers of social shadows. So try again, this facade is worthless. Please try again, small minds will entertain this. So try again, this facade is worthless. Please try again, you're just a number now. You may try to fool yourself but you wont be fooling anyone else. That pedestal will fall, and all lies will rear the truth. Must this eradication of substance be Our choice of misdirection? Breeding our jealousy without an honest perception of what we see. How can we worship 'fact' when consistently being deceived? Dancing in the jaded cabaret to the drums of dead messiahs. When will this come undone? All we have are our emotions, and our conscience, to help us lead. Isn't our own earthly knowledge (and what we see) enough foresight for humanity? Think for yourself. We've come this far without divine intervention. We are all gods within ourselves, so it's without a great equation, that we should see a fault in our direction. When we consider livelihood our passion, to coexist in equilibrium takes the crown.

Face the floor - The very ground we’ve all walked before. What’s in store? Subversive acts shatter earth - Decimation to the core. Face the floor - The very dirt we've all trod before. What’s in store? Derailed trails of thought. This hollow vessel can stand no more. Burn. These souls don’t deserve not to feel all this pain. Derived from ignorance that we’re all the same. We’re going insane. Diverting the blame. Polluting our present as though it’s our will to destroy. A childs broken toy has more worth than anything we've left to say An amalgamation of frustrations underpin. Syncopated thoughts deflecting truth. Ruination of the thought process. Exerting the mess within. Collapsing pillars of knowledge through doubt. How can this be a life, when it’s becoming so simplified? Crucify my mind as though a body made of sin. No win can be found in this cesspool of hate. The state of this universal refusal to be- will see to and bring through a case of… Hell will overcome with animosity and leave but a broken shell. Fragmented visions of propriety, existential apathy. What’s the point of all this now? Fear’s all that’s left that can save this. Is there a way to escape this? And on the other side we’ll return to ourselves. Let’s peel back the surface and reveal that life is pure desperation. Withdrawing myself from everything is my only source of inspiration. Swaying to the sound of our own misery and continuing self-disgust from being a party to this. Push the button and depopulate the earth to ensure our footprint is only a faint memory. A veil of beauty to hide the birth of tragedy. The cult of existence – A world of dead dreamers confirming that ignorance is bliss. Life is hell and when the candle goes out I will show you the what hides in the dark. A world lacking destination and a gap filled with a delusional divine reward. I'd feel shame too if I thought my presence on this planet would leave a mark. The whole foundation we've built our lives upon is completely flawed. I won't fake sympathy, as a past life is somewhere I won't dwell. I do what I will and my will is to bring hell. We can escape what we create each time, but know the fires will never quell inside. We can prepare to battle with our minds 'til we accept ‘I am the hellbringer'. Life is hell and when the candle goes out I will show you the what hides in the dark. I won't fake sympathy, as a past life is somewhere I won't dwell. I do what I will and my will is to bring hell.

We all bleed the same. We all suffer pain. It doesn't take a genius to see that the world isn't out to get me, though I have believed in my own time of need that when it's all said and done, we should be stood together as one, because all of us are suffering. Our adversity tries to dictate all we do, add complexity to our thoughts, distort the truth, but we can learn from each other's discomforts. If we think it through it's clear, that all our fear is projected. We all face the same and pain is how we're connected.

How can we see what's beneath us whilst wading through deceit. How naturally we can't be fearless, knowing we're already beat. A life laid out, a path decided, a struggle to the end, but how long til we get there? Push and pull your demons. Their cataclysmic weight so crushing on your soul. Suffocating all hope of you returning homeward. Bound to the wreckage we call fate or even destiny. Should we just surrender? Force the hand of finality. Is there more we can achieve? A chance of prosperity? Is there more we can conceive? Together. Is that a reality? I've never been that sure. Should we even try to battle inevitability when we've already lost? Call it cowardice or acceptance, but we'll all pay the cost. Feel the wind across your cheek. Feel the blades of grass beneath your feet. Feel the 'real life'. Not the fabricated mess we're in, but the natural world we've grown within. Do you feel alive? But you know that we are all parasites. We don't deserve our lives. The sooner we're put in the ground, the better.