Vanity, a flippant curse of heart and mind Conjoined as one, feeble as the end produced The whole mass aches and shivers What I tell myself, and what I know as truth Are two separate things entirely
Humility, an apparition of soul and spirit Unity at the cost of knowledge and it's pursuit My thoughts elapse, and it all slips further What I told myself before, in this exchange is forgotten And I'm something else entirely
Morality, in arbitration, I ground myself clear Wrought against the will of better self Tooth and nail ground against my gaunt spine All the words said before, robbed of meaning In the context I find them, am I something else?
Are you a part of me? Why can't I hear you Deep inside these walls Aimless, seizing Are you through with me? I cannot hear you Can't feel your echo Only creeping residue