This can't be...

Dust becoming of my dreams...

(Why now?)

Crumbling in this harsh reality...

(Why and how?)

Dumping futures into my veins and making me regurgitate.

(Lost and forgotten...)

Fascination building my tombstone...

Glimmering words for abysmal eyes of thy same ancestry...

(Demons have sparked alive)

Clover ambiance covers my room in red and black.

Turmoil joins it for tea...

(Love has torn me up inside)

Is this is what my life was meant to be...

Then tell the planets to be my savior.

(Dark prisms have become my bride)

Darkness has starved my soul that has longed for faith.

(Any last words for my grave?)

Pardon the walking silhouette's, but may I join you in being consciously unconscious of all that is life?

If so, then teach me how to become a forgotten...

(Suicide has made me its slave...)