It dawned upon me, it is purposeless

To live and be alive with a heart in strife.

Teethering on the edge, limitations by trife

The world long forgotten before it's reformation.

It does not manifeast fear in my heart;
I am willing to be more than a catalyst.

My creations and values will not suffer
at the cost of obtaining my own self gratification

I hope my death makes more sense than my life.