To live is to die
To die is to live
What is the point of it all
If it all contradicts
Too much I have seen
And not enough I have known
Watching the atlas spin around
As this fable becomes my own
So much I have wanted for
Any yet soul less I have tried
For this motivation to live
I have yet to find
And wasted away again
As another romance blooms
Crushed under the weight
The affixed clench of this gloom
Like a sailor in the night
Searching for land
No plunder to be found upon me
So alone I must stand
No more do I ever want
To be in such state
However much this world gives
Your defiled as it slowly rapes
However ever much are you to be
All the more you are contrived
Fantasy the only escape
On a plane of exilic defile
Muffled are your breaths unto
Another catatonic night
While you patiently wait for something
Something you will never find