Confliction lives in everything and the battle tires me.
My name is all I hold, until death does us part.

It's a million endings condensed into one being.

I cannot live without regret but that I will regret

Embodied my surroundings I fall a victim to them.
Will I rise a sole individual or fall to the earth having lived everyone's lives but my own?

And then what comes of my existence? Nothing but severance.

I will love with all I am, and for I know not what that is I will gift you everything.