Repetitious mantras

All shall fade into Black. Purge your Hope. Plunge into the Abyss. Murge your Despair with what you miss. Twist every smile into a frown as you turn everything in your head upside down. Never will you maintain a sense of bliss. Make the Cold Rain your only way to cope.
Feel your horns grow from your scalp. Listen to the wind beaten from your leather wings. Smell the Anger and Melodramatic Sorrow seep from your very skin. Maybe now you will realize what you've always been.
Delve into the Shadows, Fade away. Become deaf to the Beat and blind to the Sun. Crack apart the day to look at what you've done: Night spilling unto the sky. Enjoy all light recede from your existence and slip into those nearby. Meld into the Shadows. Become one with what you are: Nothing memorable, nothing of good worth, nothing of use, ultimately nothing.

You will never have a family of your own; You will watch those around you grow their own and live in bliss.
You will never have a wife to see when you open your eyes; You will help all relationships as mucch as you can and see them strengthen and mature.
You willl never have stability; You will help others, gain theirr own.
You will never have an actual life; You will make others come to terms with their own.
You will never live; You will help others live.
You will never be what you want to be. You will always be what you tell yourself: Nothing.