What is this joke; this place; this excuse for love?
A meager caption to illustrate the workings of fate
Hiding nothing with an aesthetically pleasing glove
"He has a plan for everyone. Have faith." you state

The more I look the less I believe; I see only hate
Full of Dionysus, they betray my innocence
The satyrs lustily pounce to taint our trust in fate  
I now find only the cynic's cold impenitence

Flinging propaganda at those who're relatively infants
But they're unable to blindly believe the piercing faces
Denying open-ended prattle from white-garbed militants
Needing unfaltering certainty leaves them faithless

Inquisition meets the somber absence of truth
The asking eyes of the children have yet to learn
Seeking reason is the painful ignorance of youth
What is and isn't allowed; they can't discern

Then you fall too and the ambiguity grabs you
I scream as I watch all succumb to faith or death
The grip chokes; you see that you were them too
If I stay with you, you might keep your breath

As if behind glass, you scream and plead, mute
I can't stand to watch you slice your body open
I slam myself against the glass; refusing refute
Yet I'm forced to watch, your skin and blade woven

The box cutter reaches into my stomach, cutting all
This purge reaches inside my skin and burns deep
The last thing I had is gone and I'm about to fall
The scourge will grab me if my mind won't keep

You aren't here anymore; you rotted long ago
Living is sub par now, though I can't stop here
All I have is my thoughts; even those haunt me so
If I don't move I may decay like you, I fear