Abyssmal Sorrow

Flesh cut, deep as each grave, welcoming the hard
Sharpened steel, Cold, cavernous sorrow and the bitter
Taste of worthless existence. My scars will never mend.
I welcome the tools of the end. The rope in the trees,
The steel through the vein, the never ending fall.
Departed and nothing left to feel
[ Cavernous Sorrow And Worthlessness Lyrics ]