Scream into the void Preach your poison gospel Fear fills your frame and flows through your veins Anxiety is your life blood
You crippled, broken beast You pathetic excuse for a man
This is not me You are not I I live, ready to drink the sweet nectar of life You forsake it, spitting in the face of altruism This is not me
A crippled, broken beast A pathetic excuse for a man
So many others crave the life you so readily condemn Anxiety is your life blood Two egos trapped in the same vessel I owe myself life Yet all you know is silence
Each and every one of us struggles with the person we are and the person we think we should be. This is my attempt of capturing my own personal external, internal, eternal struggle.