I kill. Everything that is alive in me.
I feel the energy fading; my soul is disappearing.
It comes. Worse than a darkness. 

I kill. Because I can't see the point. 
I feel. I think of nothing anymore.
It comes. Isn't this your death?

I've tried to stand still.
I stood up, fought, and screamed.
But eventually, I gave up. 
Who? Who wants my truth?

It seduces and promises to help.
It inspires and gives you a hand. 
It injects syringe into my heart.
I lost myself to coldness and nonsense.