physically I'm dead
mentally I'm distraught
psychologically I'm me, I am

as my means to find an ever lasting eventuality
I find my in abstract reality
I can't explain my means because I'm not sure of the end
is this the end? or the beginning to the end
hate has overcome me as the prevalent question in my life
why does it exist through me and why love so afraid to show
the answer doesn't lie far from truth but I'm afraid I'll hate it so much that my only means left would be my end
the end.