If eyes are the windows to the soul...

Then I'd like to drown myself in them...

And hope, that the soul is the downfall...

And my prize is the kiss of death.

My eyes have lost all their spark.
Something has sucked out the life from them.
I've succumbed to hatred and misery.
Nothing brings me joy.
Nothing brings me peace.
When a good state is restored, it's merely temporary,
Just like this so-called life.

The best I can do is drown myself in hate.

Either my mind will kill me, or I will kill my mind...

Either I comply to my mind, or to others' wishes...

In the end, it's a lose-lose situation...

And all that awaits me is immortality...

And I hope the dark abyss is not as tame as my reality.