tired
of of battels and wars
with myself
efforts to understand
reality
it strikes with its shivering cold
and bursting heat
backstabbing craetures
creations around me
surround me
ignore me

no chosen path
for there's no chosen truth
no truthes to choose from
nothing but lies

a requiscat heard by a god
who doesn't exist
a dirge for my past
forsakened
i bled
layed in a darkish red puddle
of memories

unlearned lies i was taught to belive in
traded them with lies of my own
now, i question all that is
seek answers
sick
distorted with reality, no care for where i am
who or how i am
can't be
yet
and if i'm tired now
soon, i'll be exausted.