Soft Dreary Despair

Avid amount of blank stares across an empty room Thankful for the years that kept me from gloom taught to sustain based on how much I consume regardless, my desire creates my conflicting doom everything wrapped around one false premise I'm just another full house without any tenants forgotten dreams lay down by my shallow screams lost again in streams of unimportant, intangible, things... If i venture into self deceit who holds justice over defiance For I was told If given the power all men would be tyrants I just have needs and wants, I do not want to need It seems the only control i truly have is if tonight I bleed