I feel so wasted
strangled by time
Searching and searching
For meaning when there is none Wasted and wasted
Looking for meaning
in your blind hatred
you only see me for sweat and blood killing everything to leave me
with none.
Elder pestilence
Your greed is blinding

These are waking nightmares.
The terrors in pale skinned light.
This is what I fear as they speak of me!
Youth is fleeting.
There is a seam for that bends and breaks where one moment becomes another.
I can't tell the differences between one
or the other.
I sit in the darkness to contemplate
What or whom will come in this darkest night
These are the waking nightmares

I am a product of your work
Everything you built Valued only for skin
Left beaten and used Disposed and defeated
A life left with no meaning Your goals and awards
left with no chance of achieving
Elder pestilence
I see you for your judgements
Elder pestilence
I see you for your weakness

These are waking nightmares.
The terrors in pale skinned light.
This is what I fear as they speak of me!
Youth is fleeting
The wrath of the demented
The ballad of the deranged
The fragility all seems so desperate So strange
Youth is fleeing.
A drug.
An Ecstasy