I hold myIdentity closeTo my self.I hide who I really am,Someone reasonablyGood.But these good deeds I doIn secret don't addTo my reputationAs a malcontent.So I shelter them fromView.And, I'm sure I'mFar from a good person,I often do mean thingsAnd...

I live my lifeInSilence.Though,I have a lotTo say.My motivation bleeds throughThe still of my mouthAnd pools on the floorOf my ambition.Coagulating intoRegret and lostHope.Maybe one day I'll stopDoing my time and engageWith life,In this prisonOf existence.

Every failure bleedsDown my face,I'm stuck here lickingThe life's bloodOf my defeat.Nothing changesAnd no one shows upTo save me.So,I'll immolate on these insecuritiesWhile the pressure in my headRises to new levels of frustration.Cast off the castigateAnd,Who needs friends?I reside...