The nurse walked into my room and asked me why I was still crying I told her isn't it obvious, and she laughed like their lives were of no importance and that the solution was already in motion How foolish, the situation was dire No one's even paying attention anymore Revenge is worthless when it serves not even yourself I wanted to be the next prophet but I was barely able to save myself so I figured divine intervention named me selected instead What I wouldn't give to return the favor How could someone like me be elected worthy of saving When my mind wasn't the only to be infected Even this was enough until it wasn't My name now is unsatisfied Compulsion desired thick skin and order, to which served me And now I'm split between begging for a continuing grace, and curses muttered over my shoulder in the same breath Nothing forces perplexity like the death of a child, the undefeated gravity And what about the suffering one, nothing will ever matter to you again And I find myself questioning why was I the only one who cared deeply enough, an unscrambling catastrophe bathing in my own depravity And so all im left with is prayers and poisoned nightmares No one cares about vanity, a damaging calamity, this is what it was trying to tell her The only thing im left with now is my own faith And so I pray with ache in my heart and a desperate plea that I know I don't deserve All I can do is pray And so I'll continue to do so She laughed at my reply, how foolish I’m still crying