Testo di Frowning, Existing

I stand alone Waiting for my thoughts Alone among Shattered visions, waiting Eternally, watching: Depressed they attempt mockery Failure. Ceasing of heartbeats End of pointless days Thoughts infiltrate the voids Of oblivion Hollow joy, artificial happiness Broadcasted daily, and pitifully Raising futile fists Darkness marauds The excruciating populations Perplexingly shallow Appears abstract through eyes Familiar to none else Satan reaches deep within My brain is shrouded in lava Piercing and burning Searing my past