Fate

I'm looking to the sky full of stars, like little sparks,
sky so full of light and yet so dark, so cold, cold as inside me,
just freezing, no true sign of life, only blackness, death...

World crumbling down around me, falling, everything,
world so full of pain, so full of tears, tears drowning reality,
just killing, nothing to offer me, only death and oblivion...

Life is just biggest illusion, mocking and taunting with hope,
with hope there really is not, with hope that's just there to tease...

Fate is that, to waste whole life, to burn when stars burn,
be consumed by life, be dead, loose it all and cry in vain...

I see no reason for anything, dying inside, freezing,
shedding tears, crying in darkness, coldness, all alone...

Nothing matters, because you are there to die, nothing more than that,
life offers only one escape, death, I choose it, it is my fate, alone...


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