I am a thought, a presence surreal
A fool, without worth
An idiot, a curse
I am the plague of sorrow
I am the one who killed tomorrow
My feet follow a path, grieving
In the garden of shame
I am bleeding
I hear someone call my name
I turn around, not believing
I cannot bare my fraud
To the world, I betrayed
I linger in my flaws
Until I die, the world decays
I am the harbinger
Of the dying days
