Written during a depression.

No sense of shame,
No sense of respect,
Is it all just a game
In a foreign dialect?

My heart stands disillusioned.
Anger becomes you.
The soul dead to the contusions
When the light faded to blue.

No force to harness,
No power to tame,
The rust turns to softness.
A thing we all maim.

My mind remains disillusioned
But paid for the vision.
There's no intervention.
There wasno prevention.

Go on or stay forever.
Go on or leave only a short while.
Take a trip in a lost fever.
When action seem too vile.

Our future remains in disillusion.
Our hands shaken from age.
We stay for a while in illusion.
Now we have no advantage.

Hear the ugly truth
Hear the beautiful lie.
Touch the purest heart,
Blackened and rotted as it dies.

Are we stuck in disillusion?
The place we shall remain.
Together we are in confusion.
There is no one to blame.