"The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility." - Emile M. Cioran


An echo Roaring throughout time
Obscuring the sombre silence behind
Cold empty bliss subdued by a blinding light
That nourishes all lies

Writhing in abhorrence
Frail knees on the verge of collapsing
Stiff worn hands grasping towards redemption
Mocked by the shine that never wanes

Burn it all
Strangle the whore
Embrace the fall
Forevermore
Burn these walls
compose the corpse
Incinerate all
To silence the call

Madness leads my way
The truth it bestows shall be my grave

Turn all backwards
Reverse This lie
Rushing downwards
Rise beyond time

Along sorrow and DEATH
stride forth without regrets
Inhale the final breath 
Admist the void, Eternally blessed 

To behold the gates wide agape
To choke this fate and let this fucking world fade
Dissolving to reveal what really was
It all shall wither and decay by my hands

To enter nothing
Into a timeless state
Beyond my grave
Cold death 
Become my fate!

The lights grow dim
The darkness is closing in
Swaying by the snare
WITHERING INTO NOTHING


WITHER

Infernal Torment

Decomposed (swe)