Forbidden is the mortal flesh; a tranquility I could never know.
Drowning? Floating? In a sea of broken dreams and false Messiahs.
What direction to take, when all directions lead to damnation?
There is the darkness... There is a quiet in the storm.
My eyes only see fragments; my heart feels not the trepidations of hypocricy.
I do not feel; my mind a vortex of happiness lost.
Pointless is societies name; let me be.