conscience....

[balefulcyanide]

conscience in the mind once consumed....
forever dark where fear strikes without fear
created this my day of ruin

Life is what it seems so eagerly dreamt
for lies the dead of worship in my head
deceived by the worst trusted by the least
my day is here to live without fear

constant in minds of living no lies
contained by the frame created by man
living the day tomorrows the same
my strength bears my weakness stains
can't all complain when every things not in vaine