Whats the point in living
When all I see is death
It surrounds a empty soul
And overwhelms the senses
Sufercating the foolish mortal
Slow and painful it takes them away
Far beyond that of a dream
It haunts as if a nightmare
Never stopping, never waiting
It trouchers the living until their death
Then carrys them to the darkness
In which the sufering continues
An ongoing cycle
Never broken, never ending
And yet some pass without pain