Leading quiet lives of desperation, we maniacally cling to the unreal.

Life pursues its stranglehold, upon us, its pain revealed.

We, as a race, are frail and weak, crises leave us paralyzed.

We strain to deal with what's thrown at us, we're therefore traumatized.



Really, I speak for no one but me,

And I am losing my grasp.

On that which I must call "myself",

This burden might be my last.

Stranded and sinking into remorse,

The darkest recesses of my mind.

The cavernous tyranny of pain and fear,

Is lunacy far behind?



I have dealt eternally with anguish,

I have learned to live with my distress.

From all this trauma comes profound catharsis,

And a way to cope with my life's bitterness.



Loneliness draped around my neck, in its sinister seduction.

I pray a light will come from this, my frightened introspection.

A lifetime of misery and its brethen, has depleted my reserves.

And this has brought me the true conclusion, *nothing* is what I deserve.



My early involvement in sordid acts,

Has left me scarred for life.

The road I have taken, self-doubt intact,

Denigration is my wife.

Am I a slave to the powers that be?

Have I any inner strength?

Fleeting struggles of humanity,

I pontificate at length.



I have dealt eternally with anguish,

I have learned to live with my distress.

From all this trauma comes profound catharsis,

And a way to cope with my life's bitterness.



As an outcast, I've become inner-dependent, trapped in a world of lies.

But now I must question my own self-worth, that leaves me demoralized.



Possessing fate of mental demons,

Surrounds my soul in these masses of pain.

Voices damning all of my thoughts,

Self-infliction cap