All seems well, when all is not, the things I sought haunt my thought

Distract and retract from my mind like food to a swine or like an OCD person to a squiggly line

The things they say and things they think are pointless and blank

Without thought, without emotion, broken they are, but better off as well, but I'll never tell

As I look around to try and hide from the sounds i hear, but now I fear they are inside my head to hear till I'm dead

But they are with me, we live together, neither of us being any better, both pointless, both an annoyance

To each other we seek guidance, for nothing is us, but another thing that must

Move inside, seek and hide from all calamities, but this includes family and friends for there's one thing I want in the end

Is to be with her again, i say again, but that's a lie, I may only ever see her when I die, but never cry

They ask if I'm okay, but they aren't smart enough to see that I would rather them not ask

They aren't the people I'd talk to, normal humans are the downfall to a race so destructive that it kills itself in the end

So is it so bad to want to die? When you can hear your own silent cry all through the night?

The day isn't stray, but all too familiar with the sound that has its own shroud and enormous cloud.

 It was created by the world so loud that the sound pounds in my head until I go to bed

Hopefully one day my mind will be filled with lead so I won't have to think anymore, see anymore, be anymore

Upon a shore I walk the land filled with sand and watch as the waves start a band and crash and sing

To a Once peaceful being before his end he lends his head to the things he dreamed, but never had it seemed to be possible

His aspirations never redeemed, and how it seemed he'd run the world, but the war wasn't in the world, but in his own

All alone against the infinites, against them all, but even then he refuses to fall, he will lose, but he will fight, for that's all he dreams of, day and night

To fight for what's right, To fight for a side at the break of light break into a fight and may the sight be bloody and cruel, as it all spews into the air

Bodies of despair that have fallen into disrepair, freedom for him, death for them, soon he will join them, and smile at them. 

He finally did it, finally made it, he is where he wanted to be, now he can see what he's been missing, a clear mind, only her defined

as he examines the lines upon her face made by the lack luster day, the light not bright enough to shine on her, but her on it,

I will never forget, never regret, never let her go from my hands, for she is the last thing that makes me glad, if she's gone, what am  I? 

What is lie with nobody to say it? What is a god with nobody to pray to it? Nothing at all.