Empty Tenacity

Starting in silence... Shadows claw the heart... Born into a world of mute despair, Faces of misery closing in the air. Disassociation's grip, a child's toy, No words to scream, no tears left to dry. Endless nights, isolation's cage, Sex is just a wage of blame... Building walls from the pain of every page. Living in silence... Oh, this pointless resilience, holding on through the storm, Enduring, but what for? What for? From the depths we rise, but the light's just a lie, Pointless resilience, under someone else's sky. Hollow perseverance, a relic of ego. Grave marker of a dead leviathan. That's really just who I am. Dead leviathan. Searching in silence... Escape came calling on a ragged wing, Left the chains behind, started wandering. A lone motorcycle and an empty road. But freedom's road stretched bland and gray, Modernity monotony bleeding in my brain. Years pile up like dust on forgotten pain, A life of nothing, echoing empty hells. Oh, this pointless resilience, carrying the weight alone, Through the bland horizon, where hope's overgrown. Vain survival, handcuff to my ego. We endure the void, but the end's just the same, Pointless resilience, whispering my name. Dead leviathan Now an old man stares at empty rooms, No one to be, no place to bloom. Identity of travesty. What was the fight? What was the gain? Just echoes of endurance, washed away in rain. A lifetime's battle for a silent grave, Resilient heart, nothing left to save. When I die, leave me where I lie. Dying in silence... In the end, it's all just wind... Dead leviathan