[14] - monday's child.

「 elpis exodus. 」

it's all futile! it's all pointless!, ʟᴏᴠᴇᴊᴏʏ, 01.10

elpis exodus, departing hope,

fleeing like oil touched by soap.

moros prologos, beginning despair,

the madness is nothing you can ever bear.

a thousand leagues beneath the sea

is where you and your sanity soon shall be.

like a knife to the heart, or a bullet through the head,

it's far more painful than Fate's cruel thread.

like water in your lungs, or needles on your skin,

this hunger for peace wears you thin.

i see no light at the end of this tunnel,

no way out of the hellish pits in which i fell.