Insolent ignorance,
displayed by the world,
making me turn away,
and try to leave.
Yet something holds me,
be it the Lord or cowardice,
I give my thanks,
for to leave is to die.
Lieing thieves,
causing despair,
making some angry,
and driving me insane.
Plaguing my mind,
destroying my soul,
and eating me alive,
while no one cares.
Disappearing quickly,
into the shadows,
returning home,
among the nothingness.
