THE END

this is my only escape from the cold shoulder the world has cast me.
no sympathy shed, no warming hopes, just lonely soul searching, in a place of finding happiness in nothing other than yourself.
taught falling in line and rolling the dice, will get your further in this over-rated game of chance named 'life'. manipulated trails of thought, controlled into thinking you owe your life to a country based upon the grounds of deceit.
we have become so out of touch with reality. when fighting violence with violence, in the "holy" name of men you can only read about in pages, written in the blood of innocent lives lost in time, seems like the most rational thing to do. false hope injected into the already sugar-coated lies the world feeds. don't follow, think.

you can't fill this void i feel in my heart.
i'm alone, and it's not the first time.
(i can)
feel nothing,
hear the end,
see the beginning,
and only hope for a future brighter than my past.