Destiny

Whats so good about picking up the peices?
Why should I try to repair what cannot be fixed?
No matter what I do I always seem to fall.
My existence no longer seem to matter.
Or did it even matter in the first place?
I'm growing tired and weary every passing day.
I don't know how much more I can take.
Death seems to be my true destiny in life.
All efforts put forth have all been in vain.
I'm ready to be free of this endless nightmare.
I am ready to release my soul into the wind.
To be layed to eternal rest and eternal peace.
Society makes me feel like I am a an outcast.
No one will accept me for who I am.
Nothing I Have to offer has no sentiment.
Death reach out to me, help fulfil my destiny.
My destiny, to walk in immortal plains of hell.