Laying in disaster,
where gashes continue to bleed,
I find I have nothing,
only one thing to do indeed,
laying in my black abyss I try to look around,
but throughout my attempt to live nothing can be found,
death is sounding for me,
to embrace me in his arms,
I slowly fall toward him,
to stop my dreadful heart,
hell awaits,
suffering until you can't stand anymore,
people gnash and claw the gates and cry out for their Lord,
people like you and me who've been dealt this evil hand,
now crawl aflame, begging and praying to be taken by your hand,
darkness is here and strong in fact I can not speak anymore,
he's known as depression,
sadness and pity and he owns this world forevermore

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