Parasitic Extirpation - Drifting with the Dead

Watch time hopelessly evaporate as the days bleed into one. Empty eyes to the world, masked by success and a smile. Nothing to live for no purpose to die, another wasted life because the circumstance of death no longer holds the validity of fear. Monotony assists the brain's decay, and the brain's decay assists our wrists. A brief rush before impending stillness, creation taken away. Reflections in pools of crimson, worthless we now lay. Exsanguination, our life drains. We are our own murderers, and now emptiness wraps your loved ones' flesh. Gone are the days when life meant something and was driven by purpose, seen through hollow eyes. Now you just drift with the dead.