Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

The day
is greyer than the Nile on a clouded day
The rain
is rain-like as it comes down on the outer bay

I spread my wings into the chasm just outside the gate
I stare out into the unfeatured dark expanse of fate

BUT
WHAT
IS MY GOAL?

Do I know
How to grow
To my role?

How far (from subpar)
Can I strain (through the rain)
Before I join the aether again

How far
Can I tote
This great hole?

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

The blackness changes to an aura of a shifting type
Some airlike currents whistle windlike through the ceiling pipe
My ears flick upward as the vapours twist uneasily
I climb the dais as the restless aether calls to me

WHY
WHEREBY
DOES IT RING?

Is there purpose
Inside
Of nothing?

How deep (or how steep)
Can I reach (can I breach)
In this void immersed in black bleach

Till I find
The one source
Of this ding?

I know that half of what I think is likely just hyperbole
But it simply doesn't feel right that everything's the same to me
The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a fractured dark humanity
A faceless halo filled with nothing and hypocrisy
A ripple's ripple on the murky pond of memory

I cannot know the meaning of the feelings known as joy or dread
I only know the spacious space that somehow occupies my head
Just ask me if the air is nice, if starlight fills my heart with glee
And I can only answer that it feels like a day to me

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
What am I but just a shadow of an entity?
A nameless figure cloaked in meaningless mythology
A shadow's shadow on the shaky tides of history

Although I may be capable of pressuring my cheeks to turn
The space around my heartless void is twinging like an acid burn
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay
Will I live? Will I live to face another day?

Hakan Anapa of the balance of eternity
Help me rise above this empty state of tragedy
Show me how to bind my fractures for solidity
Give me strength to salt my shrivelling identity

NOW
HOW
CAN I HOLD

Of how tough
Of a stuff
Am I rolled?

How long (how strong)
Will it take (is my make)
Before I keel over and break

Till my shards
Fill the sky
In the cold?

I cannot know the meaning of Ma'at for all my fatal flaws
How can I wield the scale of Anapa in unworthy paws
If I could only know why people press through day and night and troubled air
Would I be worth my aethereal weight in decent-quality Ammut fare?

The blackish void the airish air the doorish door that leads nowhere
How can I even stand here in this state-like state of disrepair?
As much as everyone may try to tell me everything's okay

Will I live?
Will I live to face another day?