Chaos reigns, pain ensues, depression sets in but it's overdue. The world is cold, the world is bleak, the world has no purpose for me.
I've been dying since the day I was born, one step closer to the fucking tomb. We're all dead from the moment we're born, closer to what we perceive as our doom.
Destitute, vapid souls, lingering morality; we are dead, we are dead. Is this heaven or is this hell?
Fuck you all, fuck this place. Anger rises, zoetic disgrace.