Loss piosenki

Seasons of decay... pass like cancer this should be remission... fading chemical residue Autumns wind and November bring Scars like graves in my skin Last rites are whispered with razors and pills grief of my end but this is my will The coffin is car...

One devastating message crosses stagnant air Abhorrence of one's self Left a shredded husk Vacant of living Only death brings the epidemic of truth, that life is not worth living So wait not End it all here End your life Perceptive to one's worth in...

Well concealed My human destitution Shroud of endless void Within A shadowed figure A lone failure Shameful posture Shy disciple of darkness A fool to decay in ever-cold All scripts of life unknown Unheard All breath to give in to (dark...

Carving... my skin Reveals... the face... of... tragedy Better... to feel The pain... fully Than to drift In the emptiness Between nothing And sadness Cut up Depressed Alone Wounds as deep (as any) burial (And) sorrow deeper than an...

A view from the rope leads me to his (deaths') empire life reduced to funeral soil the view from up here is so peaceful knowing it will all end so soon final breaths chase the wind to my sunset and my death my name is heard in the wounds of th...

This bloodshot blur, it will not pass While trying to disintegrate into a complacent carcass Cells refusing to dissipate Flinchingly deprived of the void 

Fatum vestri vita The end of everything The end of myself Razor find a way Slice the veins Bleed it all away Stomach slit wide Hung with a noose of my own intestines Passed Laid to rest with final wounds Nothing more to take Surrender Release Sel...

If you saw the darkness before death Life fading before its last breath Then you would know If you saw life without hope, death without reason Then you would know Then you would know The meaning of fear Watching them live is killing me Living on my ti...

I do not remember a depression such as this How many clocks has it been since we have last spoken? Forgive me as I pass my soul from one dark evening unto the next How is it that I cannot find a guide, or a light? I am already broken If I never wake up I...

If only this could be more than a gift itself To share and stain a world lost of its horizon Death awaits you What are you waiting for? 

You sat alone You sat so long Your words make very private scars You suffered down low And you saw no light Made knots of your fingers While weathering the blight