Says the Cynic.

Façade drawn on my window pane,

Lurking quietly,

Just like my melancholic brain.

Utter anymore?

No, I shall lock away my pain.

Nothing more,

There is nothing more to gain.

My knowledge,

Has only driven me insane.

Grow weary?

No, any weakness is given in vain.

Vulnerability gone,

Just like my vengeful blame.

Nothing more,

There is nothing more to gain.