A Scar upon the tapestry

I'm now and ever have I been, a scar upon the tapestry
I'm a stain upon a wall, human existence is a memory
My flesh fails, my brain dies by the inch, what is there
Nothing I believe in is worth the pain, so why bother
I beg for an answer to every question, what is fair?
Do we get the answer, equal to our opportunities
 Or do we get screwed equally, is there no unity?
Do we have to die, to live, to even get the chance
To rise, understand, more than our circumstance
Why wonder, not what's left to ponder but why
What happens if I survive or that I finally die?
Will there ever be happiness or nothingness
Is there a hope for a future or is it emptied
What remains to know but absolute love?