I sit in the puddle of mediocrity
My heartless lies pound an bleed across my sides
I linger in the shadows of the forgotten my fears leaving all of this rotten
i crave the hunger of ambition an the fruits of pride
Yet my apathy turns my hands to flippancy
An i force myself to deride
I make petty lines flowing down into shallow signs
The creature of my fury rests inside my chest
shallow breathes leave me gasping for more