Going through these thoughtless motions. I move along the edge. Waiting for the slightest friction. Pushing me over the line. Falling into the nothing that I've become. Stranger among them Wrapped up in rage Lost in the busy crowd Emotion is barely contained Drifting in and out of sanity In a drab and dreary world I'm God's lonely man Alone in silence, I crave the pain. With or without you I'll die alone. Unfiltered rage flows through me. The worlds the victim, or it is it me?