Will I ever escape this prison I've created for myself?
A shallow grave hollowed out by my own hands.
Existence is temporary. I am my own suffering. Destined to repeat for eternity.
I'm constantly torn between bettering myself and giving up entirely.
We are nothing more scars lining the walls of hollow hearts.
Bruised and broken, but still beating. Still alive.
The fire in my eyes doesn't burn so bright these days.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN