Changed my attempt, good intentions.
Swayed with the flow, the innocent blood of this soul.
I want to bleed, I thirst for the pain.
My unstable temperament. My reckless state, yet so divine.

What does it all matter now?

I fear I've already self-inflicted my perdition.

The formalities and all what's within, through simple trust, falling deeper in.
Raced through a couple of dimensions,still searching for an indescribable recognition.
This struggles I had, with the sacrifices I'm but left.
To the oblivious surround, it crumbles down now.
What has it all left me? What does it all say?
Come, tell me now.
No really, make my day.