An unconscious weight of cold memories freeze me in apathy. It drowns me in a thick, suffocating, woeful isolation. Outside the grey walls of my tomb, Vicious black smog spews a vile breath of ash and misery. I can't escape. Tormented by the deafening howl of a withering lust. The painful atrophy of my dead flesh withers With a self destructive craving for the end... I want to feel your corrosive tears lay me bare, Burn away my flesh and leave my hollow shell weeping. Weeping for the numbing bliss of nonexistence.