Change of Pace

I don't know what I am anymore.
No question of thought nor endurance.
There is no pace,
and there is nothing to be sought.
The change is here
but the response will be the same.

I don't know.
You don't know.
They don't know.
No one knows.

Masks of hope and faith
removed by truth and self-hate.

No words can describe what I want to say,
'cause there is no truth.
Nothing is to be sought.
No pace,
no time,
no space
and nothing else rhymes

I hate words.
I hate my thoughts.
I hate myself.