Today was an prelogue of tomorrow
Today was a conclusion of yesterday
My inner demon makes death seem more attractive
Life grows ugly
Living get's more difficult
Trivial pursuits rearrange procrastination
My thoughts ritualise mental masterbation
And dreams burnt by incineration
Time becomes a lost breath in the wind
The demon never shuts up
He wants them all to die
Must ignore, must ignore
It's cold outside
I could drop just thirty feet
And never be seen again