To the universe, we are nothing.
Just a speck of dust.
Doesn't matter if you have bling,
Or can stop a massive gust.

The stars in the sky,
they don't care about us.
They don't care if we lie,
or roll over a bus.

We are just a small pixel,
on the large screen of life.
Nothing more than a scribble,
in the shape of a knife.

Sometimes I walk a mile,
in my enemies shoes.

Sometimes I think about my life
in my enemies view.

Sometimes I smile,
when I don't know what to do.

Othertimes I just want to strife,
But yet I have no clue.

What do I do now,
that my life is done.

Where do I go now,
I've had my fun.

Why do you stay,
when all I bring you is pain.
What is left for you here?
What do you have to gain?

I have taken everything from you,
all your hopes and dreams.
I have taken most from you,
including that smile that gleams.

I don't understand why you stay.
You refuse to leave my side.
I will ruin you eventually.
And deep down I've already died.

So why do you insist?
Why do you wish to stay.
You know what will happen.
The end is all you delay.

I see now.
I know why you won't leave.
It's because deep down inside you.
You still believe.

You think I'm able to be saved.
You think you know me like a glove.
I want what you want too.
I want to know I'm loved.

But nothing I know can be stopped.
I am on the edge of insanity.
I will end my pain.
I will save your vanity.

A lantern in the night.
A sword in the dark,
I hear a sound,
but I will not dart.

The mission is too clear,
there is too much at stake.
I will continue down this road,
and I will accept my fate.

The dead rise around me,
but I won't say a word.
They walk with me,
assembled in a herd.

The glow of my light guides them,
through the silver maze.
I will be the first out,
I will get out of this daze.

Time is ever so much broken,
I hold the broken pieces in my hands.
Why do I feel like this means,
that it is our end.

I hate the thought of it,
You don't realize its me you hurt.
But repeatedly you say its fine,
and repeatedly I'm thrusted to the dirt.

Pain is the reason I'm alive.
It's the only thing im left to feel.
And I don't think that this time,
My body will let me heal.

I used to wonder what death was like.
Then I started having memories.
Life became bleak, for I knew what came after death.
Why even try when you know you'll come back?
Why even care when you know you'll forget everything when you die.
Why did I want to come back, what was it I saw.
Was it the horizon that I chased?
Or just a lost dream.

I was born with a wish,
A wish to be free,
but nobody I knew,
saw what I can see.

I see pain behind health,
things you cant heal from,
I see curses on people,
that weigh over a ton.

I had one wish back then,
it was to live forever.
But now I realize,
it was a useless endeavor.