I could stand on the highest mountain, the highest 
point in the world, and I
would still feel so low. I can see the depths of the 
ocean from there, and it
is terrifying. I need some sort of change, some sort of 
reason to want to wake up.
The air is so thin I'm always gasping for life, From up 
here I can smell the
smoke from the fires I started. The burning smell of 
hearts sour's my face.
There's reasons for my actions, it haunts me in my 
sleep.
I am obsessed with devastation, the vessels in my eyes 
start to strain the
tears flood my face, my breath smells of hate and 
disgust with the fact that I
reside here living here with you, under the pressures 
of walking with this
burden on my back this weight on my chest and these 
shackles binding me to earth.
I'm standing still while the rest of the world had left 
me behind.
The people of this planet had let me down, so I will 
not treat you with respect
or even shake your hand, you made me so damn bitter so 
I fled to higher land,
now I stay in seclusion claiming mountains as my home.
But when I'm forced to face the end I will bring you 
down with me , when we
meet on common ground facing this horizon.
Drown in these crashing waves, I will not lend a hand, 
the world spit in my
face and I'm not afraid to watch it die.