Soulsick : Death Instinct. (featuring Tragedy Michael)

We waste. We want this world to die. Wandering. Watching the falling sky. The hate. It burns. Consumes our soul. Tick. Tock. We wait. Time takes its toll. We fade. Bury the ones we say we love. Decay. Unmade. Covered in blood. The lies speak truth. We wish for death. Cold skin. Blank eyes. Remains. Regret. Accepting all sickness. We devour disease. Give our consent. Embrace this dark need. Disturbing disorder. The fear that we feed. Injecting pure venom. We plant a dead seed. We scream. No one hears the dying sound. Falling. Failing. Faith unbound. The dark. It breathes. A cold caress. Lost. Left. Loneliness. We burn. Ashes to ash we go. Hollow. Hopeless. Nothing to show. The guilt. It gnaws. A festering sore. Break. Bleed. Beg no more. Accepting all sickness. We devour disease. Give our consent. Embrace this dark need. Disturbing disorder. The fear that we feed. Injecting pure venom. We plant a dead seed. We rot. Roots in poisoned ground. We claw. No heaven to be found. The inner self a wasted place. We drown. Disappear without a trace. The pulse. It slows. A final beat. A life. Half lived. Incomplete. We wish for light. But pick the dark. We break ourselves. We fall apart. Silence. Stillness. The end we crave. Empty. Echo. No one to save. We waste. We want. We wait. We weep. Then dust. Then dark. Then endless sleep. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ©️ 2026 Soulsick & Tragedy Michael All rights reserved. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆