Is this what I’ve become?
This shadow, this shell of who I was?
This empty soul, this tortured mind,
Is this what I’ve become?

Is this what I’ve become?
This falsehood, premonition that I’ve been?
This belching hatred, these spewing lies,
Is this what I’ve become?

Is this what I’ve become?
This pretender, vying for the throne?
Still worshipping this fallen, absent god,
Is this what I’ve become?

Is this what I’ve become?
This shadow, this shell of who I was?
And here I am with this pen again,
Is this what I’ve become?