I am a savage with a pencil
Only manage meager scribbles
We are all reprehensible 
The Savage and The Civil

I deny my own destiny
A leech and lecher
I am left to walk aimlessly 
I reach for the ether

I suffer to separate from what I distaste
Snuffing out temperaments of how I was raised
I'm half of what I'm meant to be, and half of a dream
It leaves my limbs all uneven
I fall flat on my face