The world has beaten me.
I need more than this,
but I have lost the will to lose.
So this is it... the end.
I need more than the world can give me.
The world only rents out its supply of pleasure.
you can never really own it.
just as you get used to it... it gets taken away.
I'm a baby without its dummy...
not content with sucking bottles dry.
now I only have myself to talk to,
but im not very good company... and the company is not worth keeping.
Plastic meals for one, seasoned with salty tears.
I never did have a taste for them.
I'll leave eating for survival to the animals, while I just fade into extinction.
i'll just fade and disappear, an empty shell of a human being.
Cup of tea they say? how many sugars they say?
FILL THE CUP WITH SWEETNESS!
It may as well be sand, for i can no longer taste it.
give me alcohol or powdered glass.
let it burn and grate my throat, torture and destroy my voice.
i dont need it anymore.
there's no-one around to hear it anyway.
Please... make me unconscious...
I haven't slept for days...
whats the point of sleep,
when all your dreams are dead