Sometimes when I sleep at night, it feels like I own the world and can touch the sky
Disappointment setting in, and the rising sun; displaying reality in its cruelest light

I, the broken son of my creator in which our blood runs
I, the lost and numb, Bare witness to the child who lost his way and came undone

I don't know what I've been running from, but a cold presence of evil lurks behind every turn
Living life anxiously fueled by doubt and concern

Since I could last remember, all I ever wanted was this head to be dismembered
How the fuck do you think it makes me feel?
To never know whether it is real?

Oh how life sometimes can be so cruel
Am I just a lonely fool?

Death; she is my mistress, her touch is all that I crave
Falling to my knees I forfeit myself to be the slave of her lustful ways

Taunting me; embedded imagery inside my brain, distorted visions of myself inside my own shallow grave

Losing sight on what is right. I'm just a coward who's fears he cannot fight
I refrain from death's bite that beckons my soul into the light, ever so dastardly I flee on into the night

Are these the remainder of my days? A fractured vessel whose soul is the bearer of hatred and shame?