My thoughts become increasingly violent
My mind is tearing at the seams
Ripped to shreds by shards shattered dreams
But all my screams come out silent.

My words mean absolutely nothing.
They are the polystyrene beasts
That choke me in my sleep
I can feel my heart rushing.

My life is a worthless blunder.
I am not what I seem
My end will justify the means
If I can pull the trigger.