Salt In The Wound

How many times have I gazed into this,
the blackest mirror of my passions?
Times without knowing...

Rotting from the inside
Blight has taken hold
Salt in the wounds
Salt in the wounds

I made myself cold and pure
like the stars
so devoid
empire of nihilism...

All I`ve seen...
All I`ve touched
All I`ve felt
Empire of wasted moments

Crown of shit...
Throne of regrets...
Robe of hate...
Sceptre of Disparagement