A graveyard of justifications
Presuming that others would ask
Outrageous exaggerations filling my lungs as false assumptions carry on
I'm asked to eat but I can't hold anything down without feeling sick
Sick of my angst
Sick of self pity
Sick of how I've become lost

I push for a higher understanding
Maybe I feel empty because time is awaiting for something to fill
Yet time seems to be what slowly kills

An abyss of mixed emotions and distortions
My body was once a temple, now  detrimental