Cold Cell - Meaningless

Beauty of melancholia
Please touch me one last time
Idly standing, watching another sunrise
Into the starlit sky
On a new moon
Dust circling
Around another star
Keeps reminding me of how meaningless we are
Places offered me solace for a while
Now crumbling and falling apart
I remain alone
Worries pierce my heart
Can not move, unable to change
Should be gone
But still, I am
Sickness crawling in front of my feet
To guide me to all my sinister thoughts
To touch, to fail, to lose love
Inhale the ego I am