The Grave of My World(with special guest:suicideseason)

what is the fucking point
of
of living for a tomorrow
that doesn't look any better than today
yesterday just makes me laugh
and the future has me rolling,
rolling in the glass of
yesterday's sorrow.
is
waiting to fall into
into the
pit of tomorrow.
where ever i am
or
i will be
nothingness
always looks the same
to me.

it is a familiar sight
shuddering at the thought
dragging me below
to the fiery depth's of the unknown
this path is tight
enclosed is a smell of rot
it begins to glow
eventhough i've reaped what i've sown

justice evades me like a
ghost in the shadows.
i pursue
a phantasm
created in my mind.
an endless journey
of blood and pain,
i walk my path knowing
that
i have nothing to gain.

yet,i continue to venture
into yesterday's tomorrow
hoping to come across something
to make this worthwhile
instead it's all a blur,
even that i had to borrow
from my past for future to bring
help,to extract me from this pile

i fool myself alone.
i laugh at the vicious game
that i play against myself.
i wish only to bury myself,
for that is what i deserve.
to suffocate on the dirt
to never hurt another
to be quarintined,
exiled...
where i belong.

but,it's not that easy
to suck myself inside
this hollow echoing abyss
my altered state fears
uniting feelings,now queasy
as i slowly and shyly stride
past everything i miss
exuming bloody tears

i cry at the grave of my world
for all that i have had,
for all that i want.
for all that i will never
see or know.
i am a waste,
useless,
even to myself..
regret
after
regret,
all that i know
is that i am
a waste of time.

i'm a waste of breath
stealing air from him and her
i am a waste of life
stealing heartbeats from everyone
i'm perfect for death
including the whole picture
i'm in perfect strife
in fact,i'm completely done

waste away with me