Cold Void

The deadly way out reveals the [bad word] cruelty 
and isolates me from reality, 
but I'm asking myself: what is reality: a dream? 
Everytime I reach this point, I remember dreams that will never be reality. 
Taking a bath in razors, entices me as a solution for my endless grief. 

The decision draws nearer. 

On a transparent way, I float much more away, without any sight. 
I blind, or am I still alive? 
And once again, I only sense the purest absence. 
wound like this, cannot be healed anymore. 

I will decide, for the last time. 

The courage I've lost long ago - for I'll never feel happiness anew. 
In emotions of solitude, the non-presence is my home.my grave. 
When the pulse no longer throbs and the last drop of life left my veins, 
I [bad word] forever paralysed, by this ultimate.Cold Void.