| A simple glance into the past and I suddenly realize
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| In a maelstrom of bitterness and disgust
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| That dreams enlightening my childhood
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| Have been shattered like waves against the rocks
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| Thus looking towards the future
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| There is nothing but emptiness and decrepitude
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| Of a life that fills with hate and frustrations
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| At the rhythm of my painful heartbeats
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| Contemplating the celestial sphere
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| This great void surrounding us and making us cease
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| To matter
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| Reinforcing my conviction that god has forgotten
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| Us
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| In eternity of nothingness that our extinction
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| Would not undermine
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| I finally turn my eyes towards the most absolute
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| Emptiness
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| The one to which the noblest feelings are assigned
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| Catalyzer of suffering, overwhelmed by debilitating
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| Emotions
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| That only dereliction can annihilate
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| Focused on our miserable and dusty existence
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| Insignificant while we’re contemplating this world
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| From the seat left vacant by god
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| Long gone to cry the bereavement of his creation
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| Nothing is immutable, nothing stays
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| Sentenced to roam into the throes of time
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| Enslaved by flesh, real infirmity of mind
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| The need for a mean to annihilate ourselves remains
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| Vertigo
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| Above the void of existence
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| That makes me lose my marks
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| I can give no sense to this
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| And need to end it all
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| But it’s my addiction to suffering
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| That still keeps me alive |