Theres nothing infinite about me, never claimed to have been immortal acknowledging I am only mortal...
No tattooed super S on my chest, vulnerable but still honorable until my last breath has been taken from me...
I could never run from my own mistakes that haunt me from profound must be my fate...
I have had to wipe plenty of tears from my sobbing eyes, from my impaired emotions I could never hide...
And my heart breaks from decisions I have made, turning me into a mad man for goodness sakes...
My anger runs deeper than an never ending story of disappointing feelings I have hidden from within me...
Made out of flesh emotionally I feel distressed, eyes opened to my sanity driving me crazy in reality...
Madness from this life I live, anger is what I give, fallen into a world that will not forgive, living with my choices until my last of kin buries me...
I could never rest until my death comes looking for me and even when I die my soul would be restless for all eternity in thought of all my mortal sins...