I awaken to another day (She's nameless, she's faceless) The beating of my heart serves as a clock (Watching our loved ones decay as we slowly die unloved) Ticking closer towards my death These words I've shared These things I've felt They are meaningless Life is meaningless Everything in this world dies alone I've turned into a monster Creation through destruction Beauty is no longer a picture of heaven It's just an illusion
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