World Of The Dead



The world is dead to me now 
I am detached and rotting from within slowly
Everywhere I breath in corruption and loss
Emptiness and wasting
I see it in the hollow eyes and souls of the drones 
That walk aimlessly on the streets
Searching for a dream that never existed
I hear the songs of the damned and revel in the moment
Making love to those who cannot love
Giving life to those who will not live
Drinking deep of black souls filled with pus
Leaving my mark before I move on
Enjoying the yesterdays already gone
In this world of the dead.