Submissions by industriespet

Agony is a sense of feeling in which I feed upon for air
The suffering of ones life fills me with utter despair; for the need to make anyone happy is a thing of the past in which I no longer care
Bitter sweet pain is a friend frequently adorned amongst my body since birth
Am I meant for meaningful caring love
Am I not even from this damned earth
I see a shadow crawling on the wall next to my bed so cold
This creepy stiffness, I lay awake watching my youth go by
now left me to grow old
Hate is a virtue I've grown to trust
With no one left to care...