Alone. Always alone.
Feeding on the souls of the fallen.
Watching the weak crumble, like paper.
The hearts of the unloved are black and bleeding.
And the shadows of all that is dark, awakens.
Fragil, hopeless, innocent, and broken.
We are all alike, but not one of us can compare
to the desperate creature, the insidious stranger,
killing all which is pure and luring us into the arms
of a fatal sickness, such a deadly parasite.

A drift i float upon the shallow
weight of the water. At ease with
the current as it drags me along.
Seemingly enough I am not afraid, only lost.
Among a sea of strange tides and
an ocean of dangers to be aware of.

Dear Agony,
I'm sick of this game you call love.
I must admit I've had enough.
I would gladly drown in my own confusion
rather than to continue this miserable optic allusion.
I distrust you, and detest you.
I am moving on to better days.
Your friend,
Dead&Gon;;.

If I had but one last breath,
my heart beating still, but faintly,
If I were barely alive
and you had time to say one thing to me
what would it be?
One sentance that would end my life
with a little happiness.
One thing that would make me regret dying young. Certainly words would be at a loss,
and I would die in utter silence.
Alone.

I am a magnet for misery,
Among self hate and reckless stupidity,
With no one to love  or to be loved by.
Lies, torture, and hopes to be different,
All of which are buried within me.
Disguised as something I am not and will never be.
It hurts to be human.
The world is full of agony, depression, and disappointment,
But best of luck to those who've discovered otherwise.