High west; alone, walking with darkness,
pavement grinding itself to ruin.
Where the feet meet, the ground scowls
and I know that I have been here before
and I know that this girl would not care,
but when the last post banished its light,
when night overcomes the street,
that is when I have found my unanimity.

Though the haunt may carry itself on,
I cannot waiver; now my heart is set
it would only betray this street I walk,
this street that crumbles under my feet,
down into ruin, with my heart.
They call it transcendence,
when it is only a falsehood.