Banishment, tortuous paths are strewn across the wayOf this hate fiend, manIncarcerated by my own malignanceKindred to no one, I am the one beingI am the one, the onlyThe beginning and the endThe end of a life that should never have beenNo praise shall I ever beseech For there are none whom supplicateAlone, a victim of my own creationPossessed of no moralityI scour this world in search of faithYour truths are empty, your pages blankMy life a coffin, my soul a tombAnd I fall into the windFor in it my words remain unheardMankind has forgotten meNone shall hear meAs I fall into the windI am the one, the onlyMy existence means nothing |
