I Am Not Me, I Am Not Them

I am not me
I am not them
A ghost on the wind
Drifting through the nether
A lost and solitary thought
A soundtrack of blood
To the musical parody of life
Written from the open wrist of man
An illustrated insignificance to the world
Should I lay in the dust, and leave
Then who would mourn my end?

This is where it starts
This is where I will end
All the flames of my life
Put out by the rain
For I will never be me
And I will never be them
The walls of safety I built over time
Have all crumbled to dust, mere memories
My vision has long been clouded
I see nought but the black of time
Time I have left in front of me.

The grapes of my wrath
Grow fat on their vines
Feeding on the hate in my heart
Look up to the heavens, spat on by God
In these, my winters of discontent
My soul is withering and passing on
I am not me; I don't think I ever was
I am not them; I don't want to ever be
I am a smear, on the canvas of depression
Ready to disappear into the mist
Here, on my knees, in the shards.

I am not me
I am not them.