the hardest thing to do in a world of lies is to learn to trust again the endless void of crippling apathy consumes as a chasm of pain the hardest thing to do in a world of hate is to love yourself to death the endless void of crippling apathy was not allowed first breath it was born dead but not allowed to die disgraceful abomination of the chasm of pain if life is cloth this is its stain my god did not bear witness to its worship no soul left to claim and so his silent pleas were thrown aside, worthless prayers in the rain no soul left aside in the chasm of pain