LIFELESS MESSIAH

I woke up with a sour breath, my screen test made me blue

My encephalon wrote sanity a death rune,

Difficult to understand by me, what could have happened, 

This isn't my usual wake up mood

Why do I have so much trepidation, I need a talk to quietus.

I talked about raising after falling

The more I smile in torment, the more I lose my chances of raging 

I sleep with conflicting depression daily

I need to talk to the grim reaper

Originally, I am afraid. Five years of hoping, fiasco sit me down

My breath was extinct, I am lifeless as demise 

What can I do to help myself?

I need the dark angel

After years of gathering spiritual fact

Yet, nothing is intact

What am I living for?

Where is this eternal rest?

Lifeless messiah, I need your help.