Isolate

Written by：Thomas Brétisey

So many wrong ways so many scars

So many empty days into this world of grey

I clench my hands standing on edge now isolated

With no redemption to be found

I've wasted so many words

I've grown into the realm of lies

I have no purpose or glorious goals

To lead my soul

God tell me why I have to face

This state of slow disintegration

So many gestures so many nights

Trying to fight my fears to delay misery

A very last time before I die

I let it go away and I just give up once again

All my expectations

All the lives I could have dreamt of

All of this will turn to dust

Scattered in a wind of misery

A random shift in suffering scales

A vanishing grain of sand

Into the sea of nothingness

I've lost all hope or faith

And I'll fall deep into oblivion a wish to not share the pain

I'm far beyond all denial and vain negation

I desecrate the foundations of my own existence

I'm lost into the purest darkness

I suffocate under the weight of grief and deception

I've wasted so many words

I've grown into the realm of lies

I have no purpose or glorious goals

To lead my soul

God tell me why I have to face

This state of slow disintegration

Tell me why we all remain

Engulfed into sheer emptiness

I cannot see the light beyond