An Elegy for a Man Alive

Mental delusions begun,
 For once what was sane is now under the gun.
 A lucid and shameful display,
 Of actions derived from these struggles ordained.
 We will never coalesce,
 Daft metaphors for this grief that we possess.
 A shameful and lucid display,
 Of actions derived from these struggles ordained.
 This path before me, it wreaks of sullen woes.
 Lost in failure am I, do I deserve to die?
 Lost in failure am I, do I deserve to die?
 Down this path I wonder,
 Warfare now blaring like thunder.
 My mind a war zone, that I've never seen before.
 Down this path I wonder,
 Warfare now blaring like thunder.
 My mind a war zone, that I've never seen before.
 Mother, will you return?
 Or must I search for you in this hell?
 To let go of hope I yearn,
 I pray for the sound of my death knell.
 Do I seek pure righteousness or freedom from these dark afflictions?
 Opaque and void of life, their torture haunts me on this night.
 Behold the souls of demons, my death I romanticise.
 Still I recall the promises I have made, I must arise!
 Confrontation annulled of reason,
 A deafening sorrow, not wanting a tomorrow.
 This path that lays before me, corroding with dour dross.
 One single thought scribed in my mind: do I deserve to die?
 Do I deserve to die?