my deep seated wants,
my early morning doubt.
Deflated evenings. 
Open opportunity
to the gutless wonder,
the lance you put through me.
Necromancer at work,
slowly regressing
through primordial mindsets
and into mindless oblivion.

I'm not involved,
we can't overlap.
The way we evolved:
my world, it is trapped.
Say that you see me,
I'm sure that you don't.
Although you might be me,
your apparition is wrote.