Why does life have no meanig? No real reason for living?
Am I the only one who feels this way? I can't be with the ones I love,
I cannot hold them close at all, I cannot hide behind these lies
anymore.

My life is not what I wish it to be, but I cannot change, what I do not
control.
I know things happen for a reason, but there's things I wish didn't.
There may be a reason for living, but I have not found, for it hides
itself too well.

The pain digs deeper into my soul, until I can no longer bare the pain.
For the love I once had, has faded away into a light gray mist.
The night of death has overcome me, the feelings of this pain I once had
slowly drifting away, as the water runs red all over my body.

Light captures my body as it lifts me higher, higher into the sky and
clouds,
Drifting above, looking down below at the life I left behind,
Regret sinks in as I cry myself into eternity at the selfish thing I had
done.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lanosian, in the year 121 MA.