Leaving, Going, Gone

Sitting with my legs crossed
Head tossed about
in the pouring rain.
Looking to the skies to find
the gods can't
tell me I'm sane.
I'm a fool caught looking
and caught with my
hands painted red.
I was looking so long
my conscience
has showed up dead.
Mutilated and futile
are my attempts to
save myself.
All I ask in return is
you ask why didn't
he leave a will.
Leaving, Going, Gone
I'm gone, I'm gone
and I'm gone
don't chase me
berate me
infuriate me
a impassionate state
incapacitate me
leave me sighing
crying
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone
'Cause you are
or I am
or We are
but we're not
We are not
I'm taught
with frustration
I'm still with
destiny
of failure
I've failed
I'm leaving
I'm going
I'm gone.