I walk on the blank mile,
crossing over the brink of the existence.
I hold self destruction in my blood,
it heats the shattered corpse of mine.
Morning light opens my eyes,
but I'm still not awake.
I push enslavement through my veins,
filling raptured mind with pleasure,
as I walk on the blank mile,
falling over the brink of existence.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
I walk on the blank mile,
crossing over the brink of the existence.
I hold self destruction in my blood,
it heats the shattered corpse of mine.
Morning light opens my eyes,
but I'm still not awake.
I push enslavement through my veins,
filling raptured mind with pleasure,
as I walk on the blank mile,
falling over the brink of existence.
