Tear myself open for all to see Decimation by own hand Carving out a life, a chosen fate The crumbling house of cards Hides horizons behind the dust Where do we turn in these trying times? Unveiling the burning within An empty frame of a life, a gaping hole How could we let it come this far? Destitute, derelict, prolonged realization Survivor's guilt at the greatest cost Turn every stone, uncover every mystery A defective pursuit on my own terms Desperation marks our ways Clinging to the last of ropes All eyes upon, dark night of the soul Boiling points and unspoken sacrifice Poison thorns, tentacles of past The weight of silent habit Here I stand, reborn Firmly anchored in the mire