I wish I had the guts, to stab the sword through.
To openly accept the inevitable and emend the mistake of life as we know it.
For only I bring to pass, this reality out of energy.
And so all shall cease to exist from my prospect.

I verify the flux of time. In these hands lies the stair of a void.
Carefully hold it and create music, my friends.


Irrefutably superfluous to the universe. Life does not emphasize existence.
And thus, all my nay saying becomes rather pointless.
But aren't we all.

I no longer take the ride with pride.
In the face of pain, it has no gain.
To lose myself wouldn't be too bad.
All I've been is nothing but I pretended being there.
Relocating won't matter, but I'll savour this time.

They don't want to hear your message of love. They've made the choice to fear.
In their empire, they are so blind to protect. And all because of the skyglow.
No place for dreams of joy and prosperity in the mind. Nothing to build upon.

fayre

Words like sprites and electric flies.
Such an indecisive mind.

Sleep. Not sufficient. Cannot play the game.
But I am craving for long dreaded dreams
And now I place myself at your feet.
A slave in the kingdom of sheep.

The jewel

We believe in ourselves because we validate the external. We justify our reasons and celebrate our meanings.

At first there was light, the light was quickly corrupted by the dividing forces.
And so, the mountain came to be.

Not doubting the meaning, is what keeps the machine greased.
So question everything you perceive, and leave the moving pavement.
Confirm the facts.

The mind is as vast as the universe it deludes itself in, and equally empty.