This Flesh
Can you accept a different side of life than once imagined? It's time to let the past sleep peacefully. Questioning how and wondering why. Searching desperately, even though once I am done with this flesh, they're going to throw my bones away. Should I have any hope?

I kept myself in a room -- no windows, no doors. Just a dull burning flame, from a candle that I've famed. It's then, I realized, I'm living to die

I understand the feeling. I've felt it many times. I can't understand or relate to the end. To forget and move on, I just can't comprehend

I am a man who doesn't have any faith. Most would take from that that I don't have a soul

I am the one who decides my own destiny

When I'm done with this flesh, they will throw my bones away. Should I have any hope?