Oh your poor, cursed young man
Born a ghost, not once alive
Your life oh, it so makes me sad
Begin as an end, foreshadows the bad

And oh this man was never too old
He died before his life could
**** out every piece of his heart,
Made sure he was all that would.

The eternal begins with a storm
A roaring fire
A flame
But you cut me down to my knees and said
We’re all liars
We’re all sane
Punish the ones who imitate reflection
Who look to the sky
But only see planes
By far more expansive that is your mind
So much you’ll fry
Too much you’ll die.
So much disdain
And too much pain.