They never breath

Violated, desecrated, abandoned, left behind this little piece of a men. So I write myself in small notes, forgotten man, insane, the soul. Beware the truth that burns your mind. You're aware of it but you still deny the fact that you're nothing of what you wished to be. Little boy, lying again to himself to go to sleep. Melancholic, nostalgic, intransigence, lost mind into the coffins. Futile fight against fate and against time, mind games with death as he dances into the fire of hell. Pain for the loss, closure to anyone, anything, at anytime. Because he can't control the things around him, he seeks a way to destroy himself in life.
Hatred soul, regret for the lack of attention and the mislead of his life. Condemned son to the never-ending pit. Fall in greatness to get where you want to be. And they never breath because they do not wish to make mistakes, be this flaw, this failure, this mystery and regret of your creator. Watch as the mind takes over the body and leads you into nothing, the nothing that you are and the worthless junk that you do and create. Run, hide, die in the hands of your own betrayal and hate the mind for the fate of the black rose that is laying on the floor, that feel from your hand for your death. Selfish pride, it won't let you fight.
Childish humour, pleasant and adorable. Stop playing with the autumn leaves as they fall from the tree into the floor because the never breath when your holding them. You've got the shadow of death in yourself. Stop with the childish ideas and all the dreams that you'll never accomplish, they're here to bring you down. Hide the death underneath you white clothes. And they never breath, they never show, they never reveal the truth to you. And it's torture that you seek, it's torture that you need. Demented being.