Then what is left when there's no more to lose;

When all from me was given all to you?

Was scared to lose the thing I never had,

Blinded, twisted, fogged, baited and blasted.

None left to fight for, why I kept moving?

Add'ng more fuel to fire of my suffering.

Pacing forth to knife, point'd to pierce my throat,

My own oar ended up crashing my boat.

For a thing with printed lifespan on birth,

Knowing that nothing lasts long on this earth,

Made vows of sluttish lies with sluggish heart.

"Superficiality!" Oh what an art.

If this be hell, then wond'r what heaven was?

What once heaven, turned out as hell it has.