We are born innocent and free.
Our skin is clean, free from scars, untouched by evil and shielded by a halo of good.
Fighting the currents of life we struggle to swim the deep and tranquil sea.
We rejoice in what was once loved and suffocate in what is now lost.

We believe in what we can see, perceive what is unknown, and fear the difference.
The rhythm of life permeates ignorance; Sung solely by a chorus of black robes.
Our destination is consternation.
We tip toe to an infinite edge with no view, no horizon, and no promise.

Struggling for truth we incessantly seek this fictional providence.
Our utopia has been coined and contracted by the same amoral evils that strangle us all.
We are medicated by a prescribed euphoria.
We blissfully ignore the writing behind the lines.
With every escape we fall deeper into the complex web of dictation.

We are victim to what we obtained too cheaply and esteemed to lightly.
Our glass hearts, once unbreakable are now mere sacrifices.
Were all searching for that one jagged piece of the puzzle
we search endlessly for an end to this paranoid delusion ironically called life.
Search hard we do, but find we shall not.

Every waking moment is another step closer to freedom.
The black hole of uncertain freedom we shall see in death.
One day I will soar the greatest of heights
One day, one way
No longer alone
I am home.