Any semblance of power marked, a scar deep

Peripheral impure vision

Casts a shadow of Imperfection

In the confines of these Walls

Fissures appearing with accusations

Of a system rearranged now

Lumps in the throat sprout up at this uneasy

Interval

What is essentially worth? Is it neither?

What is life without structures?

Picking up the pieces

I come undone

My structure's plagued foundation

Now forlorn

Piercing the emptiness Stretch my arm to find

Surface of abrasion failing in introspection

To fit the faculty of analysis piecing together This Apparition

Reaming the powers, The Wired & cowards

Peeling the layers Erased

Burning inside me, this fury can't fake it

I panic in fear

Picking up the pieces I come undone

My structure's plagued foundation

Now forlorn