It's never enough.

Burry me.
Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig.
Deeper. Deeper.
Push your weak bones to all that you will never do.
Re-feed your tired mind the lies that got you here.
Keep digging, this is not nearly enough.
Each hole gets bigger than the last.
Each scar is more noticable than the first.
More blood this time.
More tears last time.
Im numb now.
Slice. Slice. Slit. Slit. Scrape. Scrape.

Silence.
Im blind now.
Blinded from all i could never see.
Im usless now.
Usless to all that i could never do.
Lies, creating hopes, hopes creating dreams.
And dreams...
being crushed by what was always there. . .

Reality.
But is there really such a thing?
Or are we stuck.
Stuck in the simultaneously spinning figments, only fooling us into another restless sleep each night.
But no night.
Just another dark scene in my play.

Im the main character, haven't you heard?
I live throught those around me.
And when thats not enough to fill my hungry soul...
I rely on what i know will always be there.

My faithful metal friend.
My everlasting silver acquaintance.
Kiss my skin one more time.
Create the firey lust of attraction.
Between object and object.
Human and item.

It's not enough.