I'm so done
no, I won't run
anymore with no lungs
I am no one

this artist is heartless
I stab sheets for catharsis
bleed pens by the cartridge
I've used stars for targets

my soul's drained
I have no brain
I only know shame,
pain, strain and cold rain

the invisible man
with no frame
I have no name;
that's my code name

my life's full of remarkable struggles
impossible tussles
quarrels and scuffles
leaving only fossils of knuckles

I have no will
no thrill
no feel
but still never no chill

because I wallow inside
swallowing pride
drowning

drowning.