I always knew that I will walk all alone
on this path of pain and selfdestruction,
but I also knew that I am not only one,
who burns with hatred fot the things I haven´t done.
Everytime I live, I feel hate.
Everytime I kill, I feel pain.
There is no reason to feel bad for my self.
I can manage on my own and I don´t need any help,
but everytime I turn my head up to the sky,
I´m scared to move and I´m sure that I need to die.
Why am I alone in the face of deep cold space.
Looking up hand to hand with entire human race.
Hypnotized by a glowing eyes of eternal nothingness.
Realizing that live is just pestilence.
Everytime I live, I feel hate.
Everytime I kill, I feel pain.
Every time I sleep, I feel free,
there I can heal my misery.
Now I´m standing completly lost in the middle of this road.
There is no more pain or selfdestruction.
Hatred turned to emptiness and impossible becomes real,
but there is still nothing, nothing I can´t feel.
