Death of the Soul

A hollow dream of things that were
Wailing in the night that forever lasts
In the mist that obscures the life
A black haze of unfulfilled promise

I turn away, into the twilight of the heart
Dreaming rogue thoughts that run amok
There shall never be peace in the dark
The demonized emotions still haunt me

Remorse there shall be none
Alone in the cold void of death
No glorious future in peace
The eternal death of the soul

Tears run free and the darkness endures
Psychotic perseverence in this life
Shall end in the disgrace of suicide
Whether by hand or by wasting away