I am unwraveling unbearable empty. And if this ground gives way I just hope that you'll catch me.

I am overflowing with scar tissue and blue blood.
For the HOPE written on my fingers is a false cause.
Where are the orphans I've fed?
Where are the dragons I've fought?
Nought.
This encompased prison I constructed.
You can't rescue me, you ain't that stong.
When we both mire in pathetic guilt,
you're a fool to hope for redemption.

Foolish wretch I am.
Lady Macbeth ner'e more will be scoffed.
For I have superceded it all.
Unsex my self to rid all feeling.

My heart self inflicts decomposition.
Bricks of my body collapse in worthlessness.