I'm told to see the beauty in life around me, i turn my head

All i see is death taking everything slowly, i turn back

How can you be so blind? I get a funny look, you must be depressed

I stay quiet, and think to myself. So beauty hides under ignorance.

I've soaked so long in truth, i walk away. I'm alone.

I sit here in my jell cell, i beg the key holder to let me out

Whats the point? Your alone,  you caused others pain, you took life.

It was accidental though, i didnt mean it...

It doesnt matter, you took precious memories, you took years, and from your family.

Your right ... My only friend in here is depression, it feels so comfortable now.

Ill always be the unforgiven ,ill always be the unforgiven, always ...

Ill never miss what i didnt have ... so that's okay

Until my execution day, ill be the judge ...

Reality has not made me a monster ... more of my own idiotic choices has.

I am now fading slowly from existence, my fire is going out ...

What will i be missing anyways? Reality is but a game and everyone playing are just pawns and nothing more.

I'll be glad to be gone, if anything i show pity for the living. The living are blind.

To live in this world you must have ignorance, truth only traps you in the maze of your own mind game.

Life is pleasure, yet pleasure is also temptation, ***, drugs, forbidden feelings ...

Reality is a joke ...

I played this mind game and i knew i was going to lose from the start, if only i had known to do the typical and move forward with no real idea of where i was going ha.

Everything is just a mind game ...

As humans we aren't meant to comprehend truth, because of it i'm drowning

There is a boat i won't grab onto, for the boat is only for believers

The people try to pull me in, but i won't adjust so i'm only pulling them down with me

I pulled 2 people down with me, now they're gone. I'm still drowning ...

The boat doesn't even matter anymore, I drift under the sea blanket of insanity.

I love the cold, it reminds me what this world really is behind the mask.

I let it overtake my body, im so use to it, its the only thing i know that isnt mystery.

Everyone is inside warm, calling out to me ...

They want to reach me, but i'm the only one who knows how far gone i am ...

Out of reach.

What i feel isnt weakness, what they feeling are.

Ill take my unwanted and useless thoughts with me through the lonely winter storm.