In truth we have left ourselves behind,
Watching decay embolden an ignorant mind,
Are we so different from the version we meant to cast away?
From empty to open, endless space,
All of our nothing seemed to you,
To be something,
And yet none of it remains by your side.
Keep craving the things you'll never bring yourself to achieve,
That hateful longing provides the only nutrition I need,
Linger in shades that hide the daylight,
Always seek out that miserable night,
When you finally accepted the woes of life -
And you remembered to ask yourself,
Is it just me, or has it always been you, disguised as we?