I write for no noble cause,
I spill all I never was,
Selfishly I prey on hate,
And engulf it without debate,
My heart beats and death it cheats,
Oblivious to my minds defeat.

I have yet to feel warm in this stagnant cold water,

I have yet to become my father's loving daughter.

He who's empty
  has no fear:
  there's nothing
  to be taken away
  he holds nothing dear-
  
life is illusive
like will-o'-the-wisp
to have dreams
is to be deceived-

he who's empty
doesn't seek to compete
win or achieve
in being nothing
he doesn't lose anything-
unseen, unknown and unnoticed
he retains his life's intrinsic

Time is a starving god
And each year she becomes more savage
Her gluttonous face stuffing
My years drip from her cheeks
As if my slow aging is payment for my existence
I give a year to live the next
Turning life onto a sacrificial death
To appease an ever unsatisfied deity
A mindless consumer of the harshest variety

Under gods name I am saved,
Under gods name I am betrayed,
There is no humanity.