I often ask myself why,
I have never known.
I often ask myself why,
I will never know.

Life is short and meaningless.
Art is all that lives in life.
Without it what would be left,
nothing but unbearable emotions.
Pain, misery, and loneliness. Left without a way to express them.

Depression, Reality, Darkness.

We are all insignificant.
All of us are soon to be forgotten.
Where will we be in 1,000 years?
Our family will not know our name.
No one will remember.
Nothing matters.


I often ask myself why,
I have never known.
I often ask myself why,
I will never know.

Depression, Reality, Darkness.