Wars are fought for it,
yet it is never gained...

The curse,
of this putrid flesh...

Life in itself is meaningless without you
the sun has faded...

I can feel the heat on my skin,
as it breaths down my back...

In the pit of the dark
he stands next to me...

Its that skip or the heart as they enter the room,
That nervous shuffle as they look your way...

Moving
ever onward...

Chavs,
I'm sorry, but whats the point...

How is it
that one small action...

A sunny day
as it draws to an end...

Thrashing
in this pool of despair...

Voices all around me
laughter echoes through the void...