Carmine Branco

Desolation

Tired, insecure, clueless 

 forever more.

Life, delusione, useless 

is how I feel. 

Wordless, foolish, despair 

is very real. 

Failure, without hope, damnation 

becomes the rule. 

Come for me, sweet death, 

come for me and set me 

free.