These sorrows missing the rights of ease As a Cotard I interrupt my needs I left my soul to drown in bleach expired nobility Read the scars of inner grief drowned my empathy I share my fear for doubt Impaired, distressed I am swallowed So I urge to blend with voids, masking tolerance Social disquietude, detachment overlooked I share my fear for doubt Impaired, distressed I am swallowed So I urge to blend with voids, masking tolerance Social disquietude, detachment overlooked Mute hope, Kill the choice As if time was poetry, chase the storm to confinement Unseen like breath, and Mute the joy