Upon the vastness of my soul I claim it baron
And without love, I demonstrate no feelings from here in
But with an empty heart and a hollow chest
I remember not when my spirit laid to rest
Scared and alone, emptiness is what I claim
Long ago it was my heart that had been slain
Without want and inspiration, I lived life within an instant
Cold and emotionless, my face remains constant
Determination escapes me, as life runs me past
Broken and conquered, they both came so fast
Desolate death, and inhospitable life, how can I live
Inside the darkness, devoured by loneliness, I just stand still
Lost from myself, I wonder endlessly
Without desire or will to want life, death lingers as my contingency
Motionlessly I set considering death, and all its possibilities of release
Is it suicide if your already dead, does anyone understand me
Many questions begin to cloud my judgment, as I wonder why
Why has it taken me this long to realize that everything about life I despise
I’m a man without a soul, for it died long ago
No explanation can describe my existence and all its tells of woe
Life is my punishment for I’m forced to live as a walking corpse
Until my times comes regretfully I keep walking forth
Searching for the telltale signs of what used to flow freely within
Life, love, and happiness
