Nyktalgia

Shivering before the abyss all alone One thousand awful figures have passed by Filled with woe my dejected soul Trapped between the certain anguish of Life And the unknown Horror of Eternity Dwelling too infirm and weak For my End so disheartenly dee

Passiv introverted apathy Wordless in painful misery The denial of Birth and time Longing for the time before mine Unable to exist without repression I am the Spring of my Depression Oblivious ï¿?no world is mine Discouragement ï¿?my lamenting Sign D

Towards tragedy and dissolution Taught bitter lessons of the inevitable end Exorcism of all hope and illusion The absence of will and the voluntary self-abandonment Broke every phantasm of prosperous life to wander aimlessly In the delirium of the do

The deadly way out reveals the truest cruelty and isolates me from reality, but I'm asking myself: what is reality: a dream? Everytime I reach this point, I remember dreams that will never be reality. Taking a bath in razors, entices me as a solution

This nameless, tedious agony I feel A depressing darkness tragedy The walls stare empty and cold A rush of mischievous thoughts so old Stare into a lost souls space Whispering curses - insomnias face Pain decelerats time Bury in sleep the fears of mi

All the colours bid farewell, the contours as well.during my sleep. With the sunset it will return creeping. Nothingness, as far, as every eye has reached, is all I see, as I re-awake at the solstice. All the buried stars I've left behind, built my s