Avarice and strife
Disdain for my sight
Mental solitude for the night
Despite the woes hidden in my knife
A blank river with a thousand plights
Immaculate shadow with the kiss of life
Hysteria slowly creeping through and through
As the barren sky fills with inconceivable slew
How does it feel with your conscious going through
The motions of what I already sought out to seek and knew
Where eternity seems like a mile away from behind
The walls are my canvas to my crime
The shackles lay dormant in my mind
Healing no more as this facade continues to grow over time
