Breathing in Vane
My self-esteem under my dragging feet.
I dwell in this prision of shrill darkness.
Why am I here if I don't want to live?
I breath and yet feel like I'm lifeless.
So what is the point of breathing in vane?
Just have compassion and please poison me.
I rather not be than to live in pain.
I do not want to wake up from my sleep.
So have pitty and shoot a poisoned dart.
I do assure you that not much is lost.
If I ask for death my reason is just.
So set me free and let me join the dark.
I rather die and let my spirit free
than be imprisioned and be forced to live.