Solace; in Soil - Loathe

I drag my hands through the soil in hopes

To find my solace

An answer to this empty shell

I rub my fingers across my face

To remind me of myself

A reminder I can’t bare to recognise

That once was there is now gone

I resemble emptiness

A perfect picture of denial

What’s happening to me?

I’m staring into this void of existence

Fading into an empty space

An empty space made just for me

I’m so sick and tired of this disease

When will this emptiness be erased?

I have lost my lust for living

No hope, no serenity

Life has lost its meaning

I’ve forgotten what it means to be alive

No one should ever have to face this

No one should ever have to feel this

I can’t help but feel so hopeless

As I shed a poison tear, I can only question

Where was my chance to bloom?

As I shed a poison tear, I can only question

Where was my chance to bloom?

It was never there

It was never fucking there

I’m so sick and tired of this disease

When will this emptiness be erased?

I have lost my lust for living

I’m so sick and tired of this disease

When will this nightmare be done with me?

I have lost my lust for living