Life never truly stops,
Like a wild fire unleashed upon the world.
Through any and ever obstacle until it drops,
To it's final destination.
Run away, run away,
For it will only consume you.
It can only be slowed, never made to stay,
And when it ceases you will cry.

Sometimes you can hold it off,
Live to be happy another day.
Others you sit there and scoff,
Unable to react.

I should have taken arms,
Instead of watched the harm,
Done to me and my pseudo-family.

What am I doing here,
Pitying myself,
Shitting my mentality,
Letting my love freeze to death,
By now I have nothing to fear.

Don't forgive me for my mistakes,
Or I'll just crumble in front of the snake,
That has become the overlord of the fake.

…

Oh walking staff,
Everlasting symbol of wisdom.
You have rotted to chaff,
such is how all works in a universal sanctum.

And my cloak has turned to tatters,
Worn until it reaches to my knees.
But I will not rest until it has shattered,
...

MY FORMER PEOPLE,
I may sound hollow,
My hands and eyes as if machines.
Only from taking so much more than you can swallow,
And I'm cold because of all I haven't sold.