I've got a date with consequence, all her weight's pushing down on my chest. Can't stop thinking, this is where I'll take my final steps Feeling so worn, but warm contemplation leaves me blue in the face and I'm torn; red lines cross my sight and my pores have leaked every single disgrace I've faced since I was born Find me in empty cemeteries I'll dig the mass graves and spit where you'll all lay Realized infinity, hostile divinity (call me what you want) Endless possibility fuels empty apathy (but please don't sell me for short) I was a stranger before I was man, but I've been crossed out again and I was there and watched you burn in the streets you sold me at their feet and it appears our fears are confirmed as red bleeds to white, as their impulses burn I feel no divinity, I see no morality and it's apparent we will never learn as ashes flicker, leaving all of our worth because people always want more it's us against them and we're destined for war, for warmth feel the heat, trailing beneath feel the warmth, like nothing before destined for warmth

"my best years behind me, felt in this horrible afterthought, i can never unsee the writing in blood on the cool tiled wall, unseen by all else, as i collapse- writhing, unsteady in entropy, and eroded under the past and the moon, i never knew either to be this hollow i crawl onward in search of lost time (who i am) i am a blackguard and in no way special (what i was) i was apart, contented (what i've lost) i've lost the substance of times resplendent (and what i've become) weighted and made faint by years of erosion in search of lost time" Falling victim to conscience in a city of strangers I plunged too far, too fast, I met my maker. My face was sunken and my body bent double as I gazed at myself with hatred and humbled I grinned and let myself into places stepped some long time before I knew the scent and I knew the anger I saw the blood on the walls saying: "Sweet glory, look where we are again, back to the broken land" Some were chosen but "we" are one in the same fueled by nature, broken on high steeples of shame. Life seemed hollow, but now I'm finding relief. Rejected I was simply yearning for the end, clarity, or at least a little relief. The lights gone shallow, and now I'm haunted by thieves Defected I guess it's just a violent waste of time and I'm so afraid. (Introspections left me crawling blind) I've lost myself in my hatred and shame, acting on my worst inhibitions I've come to accept strange superstitions. Come to terms with sinful providence. A conscience clearer my judgement remains always a waste, unbroken, alone. Who I am, what I was, what I've lost, and what I've become: nothing.