The ones that didn't made it

I

dim light cracks trough
the missing brick in a wall
smooth coldness cracks trough
the lost piece of my soul

I lay on the floor
surrounded by nothing
whit thoughts of my dreams
supported by no one

endless void fills my head
abyss of despair
there's nowhere to go
abyss of despair
no one to call
abyss of despair
and the only thing left
is abyss of despair

II

isolation
the only way for me to be free
the only way to get rid of that smell
it smothers me bothers me
poison me poison me

all around
this place is so rotten
you are so rotten
they all are so rotten

the smell I can't stand it
around.. all around nothing
nothing but corpses
corpses pretending to be alive

I see them all
smiling and laughting
and I know it's all fake
thous bastards are rotten inside

isolation
the only way to set yourself free
the only way to get rid of that smell

it haunts me

III

you think you're so smart
just fuck off and die
you made become
this thing this beast
that knows nothing but hate
despair and rage
you made me become
the bringer of pain
where ever I go
death steps on my heels
the reaper is near
the reaper is here
I constantly feel
the cold breath on my neck
he's here to protect me
and I beg him how I beg him
salve me.. salve me...
he looked at me and said
"my child.. become my disciple..
spawn of the hell..
I'll open your eyes.. I will let you see
become my disciple"
and all I had to do
was to let him take me under his wings
now I do see
the world as it is
damned, infected, corrupted and ugly
and you made it happen
so thank you dear slut

IV

deep under
in shade of a frozen moon
on a boat of eternal solitude
into an ocean of endless despair
the wind of hundred year torment
blows in sails of scarfulled sacrifice
sky above a pit black void
no stars only white forstbiten moon
no sound no echo
just dreadful silence