An endless pit

We are born to hate
Hate life, hate yourself, hate the people
This is what the clouds in my head are made of
And the dark clouds are too big for my carcass
They find an escape through my skin
Boiling sweat made of stinking hate. Self loathing.
 

I am waiting for an end that never comes
Faking the carpe diem
Living in a fragile home
Build on foundation made of my crushed soul
 

There is a hole in front of me
And I am looking to the sky to not see the dark
Only to find a darker fog
so I laid and wait on the ground
crawling with a blindfold made of shattered dreams
hearing the scream of thousands dying men
leaving a trail of rotten skin
Unconsciously circling around the endless pit
 

I convince myself that it’s fine
that the dreams are gonna be put back together
that the screams will disappear
not surviving to that sudden winter
 

but it gets darker
their despair stranger
on my escape further
Then the blindfold disappears
And finally, the sun appears
But the screams become louder
Because they always been in my head
 

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