The sun it blinds my eyes.
I wish I could pluck it from the sky,
and bury it deep into the nothing.
Its rays would never touch my skin again,
and we could submerge into madness.
Let go of all emotions and accept the purity of the death of mind.
Then twisted bodies can drag us into the deep.
Abominations of the earth.
Outcasts of the living.
Somewhere in between forever we will roam.
With no purpose to be found, no ideals to live by.
On the surface not a ripple,
but below all is destroyed.