Blind eyes stare in my direction
Yearning for the knowledge of
What makes me a human being.
Through your narrow-minded world
Is all I see what makes you move
From one nothingness into another
Are flickering about in your head
In the space between the maggots
Feeding them, your only reason.
Is what makes you grab the cold steel
You push it through your veins again
With pleasure of blood, fear of death.
Slowly slitting your wrists
You yearn for knowledge
Of how a life should be