What is the point of living?

The silence eats you alive, there isn't any control.
Beyond the suns scowl, nights are filled with cries.

When and how will it end?

I'm a slave to your pressure.
Distractions cannot measure.
For tonight, I'll try to pretend I'm alright.
As I continue to suffer in contrite.

Endings emit quite a fright.

Every second of breathing leads to suffering.
Even when you don't know it, in the end, it is suffocating.

How will I break today?

I'd kill for obsession, all for a daily session.
Unraveling in ecstasy, it's my destiny.

A silent battlefield to feed, the gore steers all I can be.
Watch the sky dance for me, as I bring it down to its knees.
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