Living Backward

Torn from inside as my eyes absorb the false state of my life...
passes by transcended through a tearful eye. 
Now my eyes...now my eyes...burn with the acid truth of a suicide. 
Hear my laughter cry. I ask you why. I ask why. 
Floati ng through this lake of tears, will I not drown? Clicking steel, 
abrasive skin, it all surrounds. 
Floating through this lake of tears, will I not drown? 
Calloused soul, calloused flesh it all surrounds.