Dying life

No longer existing.
Only wandering around,
in dark forgotten places of the mind.
Locked away long time ago for most people.
No longer existing.
What is this?
Only suffering.
Only dying every day a little more.
No longer existing.
Feelings doesn't seem to matter.
Only the torture of the flesh is real.
To enable your self-consciousness.
Prolonging your existance, suffering.
What does it matter in the great scheme of your selfmade terror.
People are just empty shells in their obscure world of obtained nothingness..
Fuck your dying souls.
Fuck off dying life.
Lies were never so clear as now.
Your existence completely reduced to ashes.
Desolved to the minor pieces.
Of living filth you are.
Into the fire, it burns so hard.
So relentless, purifying.
There's no fucking mercy here.