Your Fault

You sold your worthless soul

A soul you couldn't support through

Through the minor phenomenon

The phenomenon you call your life

The fault

Unrequited existence

A cold

Efficient, depressive acceptance

Studying the informal sources with no doubt

A mental suicide with no hate or grief

I pity your substance

The substance with no reason to be

The fault

Unrequited existence

A cold

Efficient, depressive acceptance

"You even can't notice...

How worthless being you are...

When you float in the mainstream,

The empty faces in a faceless flow.

You study the informal sources...

With no doubt.

I pity your substance

The substance with no reason to be"

You sold your worthless soul

A soul you couldn't support through

Through the minor phenomenon

The phenomenon you call your life