Dry thou tears young man,
"I can't, I can not resist the temptations,"

my urge to deprecate who I am,
my readiness to comply, I am a defeatist,

sunken as cobalt blue, at the very bottom of the ocean,
who am I, this detested anatomy that walks around,

unclear of destination, bewildered and drowning in my thoughts,
salvation couldn't save my faults.