Words of Grief

My soul speaks dead words,
whilst hopelessness succumbs me deeply... in agony.
I give in to a sea of tears, and all around me fades away,
and all I see is sadness and grief.
This life, this fate, devours whatever light is left in me,
and life, so selfish in its wholeness, seems to sneer at my tragedy,
and whips my back mercilessly,
and I just lay there, invaded by this grief that tears me apart,
and fills me with desperating agony.
My soul speaks dead words, for its wounded,
for there is no music in this decadent dead life of mine,
and hence I renounce to the sun up high,
and embrace the dark night and its darkened light.
I throw off all bounds of this decaying life,
and I cry in silence, trying to muffle my screams,
what else is there to be?
but an endless sea of mourning, pain and disgrace.
My tears find no halt in their eternal duty of flowing,
my words I hope they die,
my life, I only want it to be unexistant.

RQ
Moscow
12am
22/4/10