Engrossed by apathy, he is no longer emotive.
Resting in thought he really feels no indifference…
Angry, confused, he knows not what to do.
With no goals in his life, his mind wanders aimlessly.
A dark dissident enigma suffocates all his thoughts,
Breeding wistful anger and hate towards all.
Isolating himself from society, he follows shadows.
He torments himself about what to do next.
Caring for nothing, except for his tainted perception,
He sojourns himself within wretched shadows of desolation.
For now, he’ll taste self-imposed calamity,
Until the venom seeps deep within his skin
A faded perfect dream
Ever so subtle; fragile
Dulcet, yes, in the past
But I can taste no longer
For I have lost my senses
Not only that, but also
I have lost my dreams
I lost my paradise
I lost my will to live
I lost everything, within Privation 9
Death’s perfection came to me
No longer a missed memory; death I became
Then I seeped into eternity
I passed away that night at the hospital
Room 307, on a dark winter’s night
Awoken thereafter, the God of Death was conceived
A lost life
A tainted soul
I miss you
I miss you no longer
This perfection caused my death
Privation 9; the wraith, I now am