Cull me from reality,
Little ones.
Like a ghost in the machine,
Wailing for release.
Haunting this corpse,
Has been intriguing.
Holding my spirits,
Like balloons.
Who will look after them,
When I’m gone?
Gorging on Nihilism,
Flailing beyond the grave.
Parasite.
Drinking souls.
Gorging On Nihilism.
