Ripped and stricken, torn at the seams
Coming undone, nothing is as it seems.
Destroyed inside, without a doubt
This life I'm living will gut me out.
A dead end road, or so it seems.
A roadblock in my heart, my spirit screams!
My flesh cries out, without a doubt
I hate this life that will gut me out.
I wish to explode, from my name, my skin.
Where do I end...Where does God Begin?
Will I die lonely, hated, abandoned?
Without a wife, brother, or friend?