Death is its own reward
Just like the never-ending spiral of hatred
That burns from within my blackened soul
Like the deafening sound of silence
That echoes throughout my mind
As hell knows no bounds,
As life never keeps it’s promises
As the only truth is that it’s all a lie
Life is the gutless wonder
That we all hope never to become
The only way out is through death
And through death, shall I become as one…
Death is its own reward, and so I shall now join the ever-growing army of the unloved.
