Meaningless

I still smell of sweat

Still the scent of my giving in

Try to feel regret

But I want it to stay on my skin

I still fantasize

Close my eyes to be wrong again

Still those fuck-me eyes

As I'm licking the palm of my hand

I still smell of ...

Still her taste on my fingertips

Try to feel remorse

But it's hard with her wet on my lips

How the hell am I supposed to keep myself

When you are so damn far away

And everything feels meaningless

And I am not mine

I need something of my own

Something with a locked door

A room just for me alone

Something that I can control

I need something of my own

I need something cutting to the bone

I need something that is mine

If that must be guilt, then fine

I wanted something nice, but fine

This guilt is a hole but it's mine

I wanted something nice

This guilt is a hole but it's mine!

Pain of Salvation - Meaningless

/ All extremes of feeling are allied with madness. /

I remembered this incredible song as a continuation, but at the same time the absolute contrary of the previous one. It's not filled with sadness and light, it is filled with darkness and despair...

This song is like a mysterious river that envelops and carries me away... The dark river that blurs my mind and left myself sink in the waves of unspeakable sadness and craving. I don't know what else can I say except that these feelings are unfathomable...