Scrambled Defuncts - Slough of Despond

Hellhole of depression, infinite wave of weariness and hoplessness.
Slough of emptiness absoring all alive...
The despair leaving in depth which are waking up from certain drowse,
Attempting to change something...

Senseless, cleanly human hope that all will be good.
Something nostalgic, quiet, pacifiying.
You are ready to plunge into grey infinity of existence.
But no... a mad stream of pain finds you again.

The life arose suddenly as once has strange interrupted
Universe is grabbed by loneliness and sad
Secular thoughts and dreams go down in ocean emptyness.

I feel thousand eyes seeking me in dusk of the night.
Palpitation of paranoia slaughters my mind.
Suffer again and again
Nothing can help me

Causes and consequences are burned out by indecision.
Black hole of despond sucks out of my feelings
Faceless apathy locks my thoughts
The end is near... and i'm on my knees before it...

Placid echo of lifeless memories
Crushes my will
Dark chill muffles my body...
Life looks like insipid hallucination

WHO AM I?