I guess this is what you'd call "a bad week".   depression, anxiety, fear and neglect around every corner i take   i smash at walls with fists of denial,   but that produces no resutls but blood-   the blood of my father which i am not supposed to have.    my name,    it is nothing but a title given to a being which should not have been.    im something im not,   too young to be fought   take my name in vain,   im not your lord but i have been crucified   ive died on the inside,   for your sins and mine   you've broken the bond of father and son,   you've broken the promise of all promises.   all i can do,   is sit here and ask,   ask why you have done this,   why you have corrupted my mind and polluted my heart   destroyed my emotions   breathing is a foreign task thanks to you    i have nothing    and thanks to you   i am nothing.