Out of focus  Need to get a grip  So you don't slip  Into the realm  Of lifelessness  As you crawl through  The debris of the past    Feebly arise to one knee  Inhaling the treachery  Bearing witness to the actions you've chosen  Closed mouth, unspoken  The fallen one    Sometimes you hate yourself  And everyone else  Go ahead and hate yourself  For not awakening your dreams  And nightmares    Screams to an immortal one  Supposed only son  Never sees the tears in your eyes  Never hears the ungodly cries  Behind the mask that you've worn  Bitter and scorned    Hourglass and mournful stillness  A tribute to sorrows passing  As time drips in endless  Melancholy and gruesome recollections    Through depths you've fallen  Unsurmountable odds of ascension  Succumbed by fathoms  Washed adrift, suspended in grief  Never to lift your filthy spirit    Soul cleanse, blank the imagery  It must be nice to have  The burden of thought  Whisked away  And let astray