Somewhere I'll find the truth

Though I doubt, I wonder

Is there a truth to be found?

Where lies the soul of my being

The purpose of my presence.

The theme that haunts me

Carved with a knife

On to my feeble skin.

Several years before

Negative pulse arisen from shore

All my sense appeared gone

Yet reason came back to me

Sword-carved skin!

Like a storm, it made me forget

But still I remember.

Nothing can drive this pain away

Though I doubt, I wonder

Is there are a truth to be found?

The days grow in sorrow

As the blood soaks the ground.

The theme that haunts me

Carved with a knife

On to my feeble skin.

I feel the powers coming back

Closed wounds start bleeding again

The earth below my feet

Urging me to take command

Of this pathetic form of growth

We call life...

I do not fear them

Though ignorance can be mistaken for

I only fear myself

Apparently I should.