sorrow runs in my veins
replacing what was there
blood runs on my hands
though not my own

twisted lies pulse round
not to enter but be forced out
away from myself
towards all else

want and need loose empty meaning
when meaning itself holds nothing
despairing of the unending search
but searching all the same

no reason not to fail
as all else has struggled and expired
the struglle for victory
where victory is less than defeat

the body nothing but earth
the sould nothing by untruths
when victory lies ahead
and defeat behind

where time reals forever backwards
towards the begining of the end