Time is gnawing our intertwined thread.
Ahead the path we're treading on is dividing.
The Finale is approaching and the fire is almost dead,
for my poetry is hideous and hiding.

At night you cry because you're afraid to die.
You wanna drink, get high and savor the blue sky.
Yet every morning you put on a suit and tie,
and live yesterdays lie.
Every change you deny,
you don't even give them a try.
It's time you say goodbye.
Your life is over, the void is nigh.

I seek sibling-hood,
I pursue love.
Ghouls are choking the air that sustains,
and taking my wants just before I grasp.

My truth remains sheltered, safe and powerless.
Instead I am the one suffering, barely breathing.
A slave to my own mind and cowardice.

Everyone is angry,
everyone is red.
Then again a few aren't.
Why did I say everyone.

Hatred and contempt for the world unstable,
zealous only on the shores of fable.