Trying to function but my brain's on the grind,

trying to end me, I won't give up,

in my head an enemy, chaining me up,

stuck in this conscience losing my mind.

 

Reflections broken, looking away,

this existence brings mostly just pain,

the beautiful moments scatter to gray,

I'm just one person, both Abel and Cain.

 

Wandering aimlessly looking for purpose,

I dream of great plains, untraveled roads,

leading from nowhere to uncertain goals,

I'm in too deep, I'd rather write prose,

chewing on my shackles but I suppose,

this sounds better than to be brought back by Rose.