i look out upon the sea of faces
yet the only face i seem to see
is the face that drags me through endless misery
i feel as if im slowly drowning
but i can still see him standing there deciding
if my life is even worth trying
but i have already given up and im slowly dying
but to what Advil i have not decided
but has fate left undecided
and my life force slowly coincided
with the fact that i was never fully satisfied
with the intricate web of lies that ultimately led to my demise
to witch i despise much of my former life
but instead of unweaving the delicate strings
i form a cacoon of unwavering beings
and with this life i draw my final breath
never to see my labrith again