Everyday, you come home, more empty than the day before
Your soul's been beaten by every evil name in the book
Pain, stress, grief, strife, hate, death, and more you've lost to
The uphill struggle has turned into a downhill slide
And you slide, slide into the mud that mars your heart
But it's just another dirty stain to add to the collection
You find yourself wondering what the point is of going on
But the answer to that question eludes you, driving you mad
And you go back to your empty life, and see the hole in your heart
And try to fill it with a swift cut, and the dripping of blood
But the pain only lasts so long, and spiritual pain replaces physical
So you end it all temporarily, finding solace in your bed, asleep
But you know nothing can ever make that hole mend, make it heal
It will only grow, and grow until it fully consumes you, destroys you
There is only one way to escape the inexorable, to escape fate
To go where your physical world meets your spiritual world: death
