Carved in my face

the years pass by and through my veins
through my veins runs only darkness
and it seems, now it seems
now it seems to overcome

keeping still, socialized
this one thing that keeps me apart
i should know, should know better
but this time i still refuse

grieving forces in me
i fear they might incite me
and it never seemed so clear
that my final breath is near

did i have chances or did i even try
twisting thoughts that surround my head
these empty words we share
become bitter the more we use
the more i lie, the more i die
a smile, an emotion
that keeps - carved in my face

marked deep inside
my breath next to the floor
phrases and glances
prepared for this war