• I take solace in my words
    These recitations never heard
    The resounding plaintive sound
    My own mind is never found

    I feel now this icy sting
    To me the same old thing
    Reverberation of my pain
    Leave me my mental stain

    Come take my dreams today
    Assuring it's okay
    I'll rot in my decay
    Just let me fade away

    This life is far too much
    Always such a frightened rush
    I simply can't take the fear
    Of looking in the mirror

    See the monster that resides
    And the world as it subsides
    Wishing for a dormant truth
    I know I'll always be uncouth

    Face to face with isolation
    Seeing only desolation
    Despite wills of reformation
    I'm but a disposable creation

    Let not sympathy be had
    Nor denial that I'm mad
    Let not love for me exist
    As death's assuredly my kiss

    Run from my vulgar form
    As if I am the storm
    To leave you with your life
    In torment and in strife

    Just leave me to my mess
    With far too much to confess
    It's more than a simple test
    It's a plea, and a request

    Defy my words and revive me
    Create everything that I can see
    Give me purpose and give me joy
    I pray to god that it's not a ploy

    Convince me that life's worthwhile
    Hope that cannot be defiled
    But what is this that I can feel...
    Your lying ways, with my faith to steal

    I knew this was too much to ask
    For a tainted youth with a broken past
    Just smile and hide behind your mask
    I'll vainly hope that this could last

    This comfort I eternally seek
    My wrath on you I unconsciously wreak
    Forgive my irritating tendencies
    I yearn so dearly to recover the keys

    To unlock your heart into the truth
    Of humanly feeling, without reproof
    To add someone to my lonesome guild
    Follow me, and I will shield

    Take my hand to the end of earth
    To Undergo your thrilling rebirth
    Forget your worries and forget your dearth
    Make our lives what they're truly worth

    I blissfully enjoy this fantasizing
    Of the world without ostracizing
    While fully aware of these naive thoughts
    I realize that I must let them die and rot

    These curious joys of prophetic design
    Elude me and serve to simply confine
    I know my actions will likely repeat
    And know forever that hope must face defeat

    Alas all hopes are but fool's prize
    As this could end in nothing but my cries
    The deafening reality of the worldly rise
    Clouds my mind as I blind my eyes