Why do I do this?
Where is the reason?
Could it really be that simple?
That I just forgot?

Wednesday is coming too fast,
Without human contact,
Even though the world reflects through my window,
The window.

But do you know what I see,
When I look out the window?

I see the lowest form of reality,
Sickening and sloshing,
Mixing together,
Both saint and devil,
Friend and ******,
Lover and pure lust for violence,
All susceptible to the same
Temptation each offers

It all seems so fake,
So unbelievably unoriginal,
Horrific considering it’s happened before,
Yet truth dies on the vine,
And what’s left is the wine.