Through stiffness of confusion
That followed me through
These unenhabited terrains
Where human voice or touch
Are but a shadow of a long
Forgotten dream to be despised
Through search for the glimpse
Of that which is alive in this
Pit of self destruction and hateread
For all hope that unavoidably faltered
Each time it resurrected
Something hasn't changed
I am still here
Still trying to be true
And truthfully realistic