Who is the one that through the seasons, is the same?

Who is the one that will take the blame?

Who is the one that will carry the shame?

Who is the one that left the embers inside aflame?

What will it take to shed the tiniest tear?

What could I do to make my own morbidity disappear? 

What have I done to warrant your malicious fear?

What would make my compass clear? 

Where would I be, without you inside of me?

Where would I hide, without the vastness of the sea?

Where will I go but into the arms of envy?

Where will I feel the wounds of this frenzy? 

When the dullness of my emotions swallows me whole, 

When the essence of lethargy crushes my bones 

When the weight of still nothingness steals my soul 

When the silence of despair leads me to the unknown 

Why continue to fight the inevitable? 

Why thrash against the irrevocable? 

Why ponder the negligible?

Why bother questioning the questionable?