Stone faced destruction, a craft in a void

What does it matter if it can never be created or destroyed?

Event horizon guide me, living got you annoyed?

Like an atom we split, and through the dirt that we sift

Seeds of conditional omission baring down for the drift

Intentions spread on the wind, now bereft of the wit

Scattershot the lot and hold me down with the gift

If I'm breathing you'll see me believing in my condition

No bereaving is needed when I have made my decision

It's not a death of the ego; why it's a call to confirm it

Leave your name at the tone, and I will prove I deserve it

Message, misinterpreted, deterred but I'm building

I hit the chisel to my brain, I carved the marker I'm gilding

I knew that no seed would grow until the weeds had been slain

Now every moment I'm living converting power from pain

As I can offer no service, until I have made myself work

So I have left from the room, where all the chatter continues

to plant myself in the dirt, so I replenish my sinews

Confusing my silence for inaction on a whim could prove deadly

I'm stacking my arsenal, stick around for the medley.