• I'm stained with disbelief
    So torn I'm aching for relief,
    That my belief is dying
    I'm the idol of hypocrisy
    I thrash those walls with tears
    This tragedy tears the barrier between here and there
    I'm starting to believe in nothing
    Does nothing believe in me?

    So full of deceit, am I meant to believe?
    If I'm granted my living, why is life leaving me?

    Does meaning mean more than me?
    Are these sorrows sewn just to torment;
    And if my life is passing with too much ease,
    If I feel myself decaying, why can't I breathe?
    I'd leave, if only to venture beyond
    To experience what life is, by knowing what's not
    I'm rotting, pure and simple, a shadow of me;
    Too sullen and downtrodden that I refuse to even bleed.

    Yet I'm unwilling to see, still too much to heed
    I'm listening, I'm begging, so why can't I breathe?

    Only my flesh feels free
    Knowing I'm bound by no-one but me
    I'm given to the burden of reacting
    Becasue that's what's expected of me.
    What's left is disrespect, given perspective just to test
    I can't help but feel this perspective is what's vexing and hexing;
    Yet it's so obvious to me, what one's being should mean..
    Even to me it's so burdensome, why can't anyone else see?

    Am I blind, or just deaf; or in the end, is no sense left?
    As I'm digging through all of this pain just to believe that being human means something to me?

    All that deserve life to me, what they want I'm denying
    If I know what they want, why am I not bothering or trying?
    If I value their stay, why must I pay with my mind?
    I'm itching to give, but too tired to pay the toll.

    I'm rotting in disbelief, dwelling on what could be
    I'm struck with seeing, but can I even 'be' at all?