Crimson Existance

A Wish to the End

Crimson shall flow down my body,
as I slowly fade into the vas obisk of nothingness.
As I fade, a smile plagues my face,
the soothing liquid soaks into the earth.
And with that I shall pass and grieve no more.

For all of that will be over
The melancholy voices fill my ears,
as I pass into the, the world of nothingness. There I lye tranquil as I shall feel and suffer no more.

When I fade, will all existence of me fade too? Will there be no trace I was ever here?
I pray that it does.
I shall never be remembered
and shall have remained just a soulless shell among the living,
one of the many faces in the crowd.

Finally when my breath is taken
by my own two hands,
will I at last be erased?
Never have existing?
This outcast life was never meant to subsist here.
This soul was never meant to be.
Please let me drift into the damned obisk now and no later.
Let me end this feeble existence.
Please.

Damned Fate

You shall always suffer.
For suffering is in your nature.
Chaos and suffering is in the nature of all beings.
For we constantly war with each other,
in our never-ending search for blood.
We either kill or be killed!
That is the law of the world.