Questions

Insecurity my one true friend
 My symphony still my requiem
 Tranquility still what I most hate
 My philosophy breeds to spite your distaste
 I who am I? What is this place?
 Why am I here? Why am I here?
 My oblivion stands my one true light
 My repulsion has passed my heartaches a blast
 My redemption my hell with which to reunite
 My depression descends now I will arise
 I will follow my hearse to my own funeral
 I will rejoice in it's sadness
 I will rejoice in my loved ones' tears
 I will return back to my mother's womb
 I will rejoice in it's silence
 I will rejoice in it's darkness
 I feel loneliness in a crowded room
 My heaven's much like a desert dune
 I cry out no-one hears tears God only knows
 My emotional needs, how much my heart bleeds