Love Is Dead

Through my dreams I can see how mad I am.
Every line in me is unwritten sin. What a monster
Lies beneath my unsung dream... I desire and fear it.
Such a shame, such a need. I don't know what to do,
How to deal with it. I close my eyes and hear:

Life seems only as an endless and not deserved.
Disappointment. Always turns into death for me.
Too bad in every way. My world is nothing for it.
My personality is just an evil affect for my reality
Which's pushing me down. I never thought
I will come to such kind of things. Love is dead.
I shouldn't be here, but someone always calls for me.
Set me free from this. Love is dead. Nothing here.

Through my dreams I try to find the way out, but I failed.
Every time. You own everything, nothing is mine.
Don't wish me to live. There is not something I need.
I am mad and cursed my existence. It was my will.
I putted myself on a road of alchemy and satanism.
I wish not to hear all of this, but it still sounds in memory:

Life and existence seems only as an endless disappointment.
Too bad in every way. My world is nothing. No need of me.
My personality is just an evil affect for realities which still are not ruined.
And it all is pushing me down. Love is dead inside. How can I trust in me?
Every existence will be washed away. No meaning. No beauty.
I never thought I will come to such kind of things. Love is dead.
Call was faked. I should leave. No one here for me.

29.10.2022