Look in the darkness,
I try to find an anchor in the madness.
Where sanity has lost meaning, and in the depths of despair I am reeling.
Where the only thing I know is lust and promiscuity,
You tell me I'm more, making me lose clarity.
Am I not an object of pleasure? Just a toy for entertainment?
Am I more than flesh and bone, a person free from my own murky enslavement?
As you look upon me with wonder and amazement,
It makes me think, are you maybe complacent?