Apocalyptia(Complete)

Rotting

this world,

is completely dead,

barren,

there's nothing left,

just me,

and my sanity,

barely clinging on,

by a lone thread,

that could snap, 

at any moment,

heh.

us humans,

we're pathetic,

our bodies,

rot in the dirt,

our minds,

drift away,

and our souls, 

rot for eternity,

forever hellbent,

on finding peace, 

and we won't,

we'll be stuck,

in an eternal dance,

led by Mistress Heaven,

and finished off,

by Master Hell, 

twirling you round,

and snapping your neck,

endless torture,

we'll never be at peace,

never be complete,

just lie there,

and rot.