An Elegy for a Man Alive

Mental delusions begun,
For once what was sane is now under the gun.
A lucid and shameful display,
Of actions derived from these struggles ordained.

We will never coalesce,
Daft metaphors for this grief that we possess.
A shameful and lucid display,
Of actions derived from these struggles ordained.

This path before me, it wreaks of sullen woes.
Lost in failure am I, do I deserve to die?
Lost in failure am I, do I deserve to die?

Down this path I wonder,
Warfare now blaring like thunder.
My mind a war zone, that I've never seen before.

Down this path I wonder,
Warfare now blaring like thunder.
My mind a war zone, that I've never seen before.

Mother, will you return?
Or must I search for you in this hell?
To let go of hope I yearn,
I pray for the sound of my death knell.

Do I seek pure righteousness or freedom from these dark afflictions?
Opaque and void of life, their torture haunts me on this night.
Behold the souls of demons, my death I romanticise.
Still I recall the promises I have made, I must arise!

Confrontation annulled of reason,
A deafening sorrow, not wanting a tomorrow.
This path that lays before me, corroding with dour dross.
One single thought scribed in my mind: do I deserve to die?
Do I deserve to die?