Blackened Soul of Lost Hope, Lyk Rly.

Blood, blood, blood,

It's thick like my skin,

Walls built up,

Thick skin, thick skin,

Where have you been?

My hope is dead,

Locked away in a coffin,

Buried.

Like my heart.

Ripped from my chest.

Bleeding my soul into nothing,

Nothing.

Gone.

Like a blade across my flesh,

Mocks me with tempting death,

My wrists bleed

I feel no pain

My pain is mental

My pain is soulful

Like blood.

He speaks to me through blood

My ears are bloody

My soul it bleeds

And I am not alive

My soul is dead

Like a corpse.

The path I walk is blocked,

Darkness consumes me

I am lost within a soul filled with nothing

Broken smile within a shattered soul

Like flesh that bleeds

Cut like paper

With a stiletto.

In a world of dead hope

Slaughtered like cattle

My soul is being eaten away

Like the insides of a bulimic

Acid, burning me

Decay.

Like turnip cooking in a pot

A pot in hell

The devil's soup

Drink it

Free me

I can not be free

I can not fly

Broken wings

Cut with the scissors of hate.

Fake like my beliefs

Yellow like the sun

The sun never shines on me

The light has abandoned me

I sit alone.

Alone.

BLOOD!

IT TRICKLES!

Down a drain...

...filled with death.

The spleen!

It cries out and asks

What is the point of me?

What do I do?

Pointless.

Without meaning

Like life.

It has no meaning.

Spleen is life.

Life is spleen.

Crushed dreams

CRUSHED DREAMS!

NO EGGS! NO EGGS!

MY LIFE IS POINTLESS WITHOUT THE EGGS!

The ingredient of life.

Eggs.

What came first?

I shall never know.

Lost in eternal torture to a question with no answer!

ANSWER MY PRAYERS!

They laugh.

Dreams are laughable.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

I cut myself and bleed.

Now who's laughing as I die?

...Bob.