Welcome to the Dark Age.

I wake up with my eyes closed, it's less dark that way.
I won't cut myself, it's much too aggrandizing.
Who would desire pain when it comes with attention?
Some one who can't feel the depth of eternity.
To be remembered is to live forever.
Who would remember a life of apathy but me?
No one.
But who lives a life of remembering things that won't happen?
Some one.
I'm sure of it.
Please understand, nothing is quite the luster life lacking.
But I assure you it isn't the world that I'm attacking.
It is every sub-human trick I've ever met.
Trapped in euphoria, I can't not escape reality.
I leave the world breathtakingly. Passed up by morality.
I live in over cultured silence.
I dwell in undermining violence.
Pressed up against the walls of my mind, leading myself through the corridors but this time I'm not blind.
I'm much less than that, I'm required by sanity to leave this town and make it my own.
But the rest is vanity that I can't let be known.
Please just let me dwell, it is my walk through Hell.
It will be over as soon as I find a reason to press down my valiance.
And let the horde of demons inside me show their brilliance.
Bring back who I am and what I do, it's what is expected of me.
But really, I have no one else to be.