I’m plundered by my lack of will
And, all my timid thought
The life I lead is time-to-****
I feel my conscience rot

My heart had planted empathy
But, thorns would grow and thrive
And now, they get the best of me
I’m hardly still alive

The flesh it felt, my heart replaced
But, you won’t see me grieve
For now, you know: I’m doubly-faced
And, all I built will leave

Instead of lust for Love or fear
I’m purposely bereft
Although I hear Her in my ear
My will to try had left...