Pathos

I'd like to die.
I'd like to kill you.
I'd like to feel as if I owned death.

It echoes in the darkness and it calls my name.
It knows me so well, as if I'd never been born.
When you look at me, my skin burns of guilt.
And I feel my eyeballs bursting.

I cannot see colour. Not the sky, not the sun.
Black and grey, that is my world. The world I have now embraced as mine.
Just get over with it.
Take me to the place where I'll be trespassed.
Invaded like a penetrated soul.

Just take me way.