"Dear friend"

Hunt your angels with your demons, if you don't they'll drive you mad,
use your words to cut the silence within, the ones that burn leaving no ashes, the smoke of pain rising through the air reminds you how dark the stars can be.
Being dead is not a sacrifice, it doesn't make you suffer, there's no poing in screaming now that your sorrow is finally your own.
So drown your future in your memories, slay your hopes in the battle of your nevers and have your laughter be murdered by your fear.
Live like a corpse, you wanted that, didn't you? So, there you go ... enjoy.