I sit, crouched under a manufactured sky
Loathing in self-pity and dismay
I relent the very body the Heavens provided
Revolting actions and consequences caused by a shared thread
I watch the broken film spin relentlessly
Flickering its blotched images at my irritated eyes
I can never wash away these burdensome faults
Retreating to the confines of a helpless solitude
I remain unmotivated after each rewind
Practicing tears of sorrow for the craving of remorse
I fool...