Black Solace Paroles

But there's not a soul that comforts me much

All by myself
What do I see?
It's just reflections of the life I lead

Paralyzed
By solitude
Would the pain all go away if I bleed?

Wondering
Debating
Do I loathe the world so much to go?

Thinking
Scheming
Plans for an action graver than I would know

Questioning
Reconsidering Not caring if the means are justified by the ends

Slowly
Carefully
I choose the time and place of my demise

Cautiously
Judiciously
I ask myself the last time "Is this wise?"

Steadily
Deliberately
I move the blade in a way profane

Soothingly
Consolingly
Black solace flows out from my veins