To be a martyr
Is to live a doomed existence
I have forced myself to accept that I shall live in solitude

I have learned to silence my opinions
I have learned to shut up
I have learned not to defend myself
I have learned to work without question

I have learned to be hated
I have learned to be nameless
I have learned not to care
Or at least I learned to fake it

I will live my small life
I will **** my small dreams
I will live my small events
Until I die for my small beliefs

To be a martyr
Is to live a doomed existence
I have learned to sacrifice
Because I am the martyr

I am less than my aspirations
I am more than my expectations
I am worth less than my possessions
I am worth more than my confessions

I have survived
Only because I have died
I have found meaning
I am left forever sleeping

I am no longer
I am not stronger

The biggest lie I have harbored
Is pretending I know myself

Can I tell you a story?
Can I spin you a tale?
Can I weave you a fable?
Can I preach you a myth?
Can I write you a legend?
Can I mold you an epic?
Can I forge you a classic?
Can I?

With nothing left to give
Nothing left to gain
Nothing left to prove
Nothing left to lose

Nothing left unsaid
Nothing left unread
Nothing left with meaning
Nothing left of being

Nothing left but debt
Nothing but dead
Nothing left to sacrifice
Nothing low on price

Nothing left to say
Nothing left to pray
Nothing left for us
Nothing left but dust

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Fallen from place
Fallen from all

They ask about my idol
When I spoke my  truth
They laughed
You cannot chose as you chose

Your idol must be a person
Must be human
I have no human idol
I am not common
I do not aspire to being what everyone is

Humans are greedy
Humans are needy
Humans are ugly
Humans are evil

Humans are cruel
Humans hate
Humans take
Humans are human

They forget to live
Yet regret to die
They push away others
Then wonder why  they live in solitude

They hate loved ones
And loved hated ones
We are weaved with imperfections
Relying on broken foundations

I aspire to the mirror
It only ever gives back what it takes in
Only ever shows us the truth
Behind the lies

I aspire to a mirror
To relive
To revive
To reflect

You were unkempt
You were unkind
You were spiteful
You were hateful
You were morbid
You were wretched
You were heinous
You were hideous
You were silent
You were distant
You were fine
And you were mine

I found a monster
As I walked along within the woods
This monster
He wore  the face of a child

Small things
Small things gave it away
The way its low growls emanated from his throat
How he tore away at his food with vicious anger
How he howled at sight of the moon

He was not loving
He was not tender
As small children ought to be
I was blinded
Blinded by the face

I tried to fix a monster
But the monster only hated me
I tried to fix a monster
But the monster only ate me