Deplore

Why make it matter?

Endlessly plain when it moves closer

Here it contains all of my hunger, all what I wish for

Lengthy in nature or nature to me?

A total failure to be

It won't compare

A lack of content to see

Falsely partake

Remedies lie hidden from thought

All important:

Secret of the famish is sought

Ceaseless echo

It can be (Can it get) better given time?

I can find (There are no) answers, left behind

Willing to (No sense to) suffer for this crime

Anywhere (Everywhere) else where it's denied

I listen too, as water's draining out

I'm caught up in the thought, in the dream

Exposing myself to judgment

The coldest chill through me carries illness and frailty

Plan or hazard?

Left to chance, my own whim

I cannot bear

I wish for meaning purpose

Yet what is there?

None is given

Clinging to fate, starved to abate, nothing to desecrate

I have gods to create

My failure's my own

No one to blame

Pallid and spineless and try to behave

All of my hunger

All what I wish for will never happen

Because I'm unbound

I shy away from the face of Medusa

No fiend shall overwhelm me

Albeit of the ones

I have shirked before

None moved ever more insidiously

Each iris, a gaping wound

Windowpanes to a worthless truth

Persuasive words in mordant timbre

As perverting as calming

Still I yearn to lose

Gather in the sheen of reason

But I will not see

I refuse to look

All is calm

Soothing breeze

Your lies comfort me

My false destiny

Unaware

Closing my eyes

Keep me blind to the truth

Show me purpose

Life is worthless

Always present, the herbal green

The absinthe blindfolds embracing me

I stab and bleed my presence free

I stab and bleed my presence free

Remaining numb to her gluttony

To master death is to silence life

I stab and bleed my presence free

I stab and bleed my presence free