You think I care for what is here
Before my very eyes...

Everything fades to dust,
Though we do what we must to live on...

I’ve found a way to be free of you,
And I can hardly contain my glee...

Bring in the dead
The ballroom full of corpses...

***This is a true story. It may not be my...
In fourth grade, the time was long...

In the beginning:
There was the pain...

Earth-bought into unbidden rubble
Trapped inside humanity's bubble...

Believe in what is leaving existence...
Maybe it will stay...

Plajorize my soul...
...Being everything that your ethereal substance...

Flow to my arms...hear my muffled tears.
Come into me, my face will haunt your dreams...

Darkness bidden, turmoil ridden
On these dreary hills...

My eyes are the crevices of time...
I see all that might be and has been...