Like a parasite leeching on other’s lives
This is how he always survives
Reaching out for love in all directions
The trench in his souls grows deeper
His life rejecting him
The hollowness grows bigger and bigger
A void that consumes him
Sitting in a crowded room he can’t connect to a single person
Is it just an illusion?
Blank stares from everyone around
They don’t give him the satisfaction
The pain of being next to a person galaxies apart
What is it that makes him different
Maybe he doesn’t have a heart
Feeling like a parasite leeching on other’s lives
Thriving on the existence of others is how he survives
Help me, help me
He hears repeated but he doesn’t know what it is
He needs help with
In his own life and his own mind
A vortex of hopelessness is destroying what’s left of his time
He is the spectator of his own life
As his passes by and the hook is set to deep to try
He’s dug his own grave so fuck it why lie?
He watches as the years pass him by but nothing changes
Close the book he’s ready to die
He’s dug own grave and said goodbye
He’s ready to die tonight, he’s ready to die