It's all ending now.
Your breathing is marred
by the consequence
of what your chosen actions
have brought upon your own destiny.
Bring me into the center,
the threshold of all reality,
the breakingpoint of all truth,
where the lies can't lie anymore.
And never die or live
upon your weighted shoulders.
Finding the one that matters most
feels like ... everything.
And more of what you feared, feel,
is conquering you now.
Fading, light fading from your eyes.
Feeling this lie.
Sitting on your corner
wanting more that can't be had.
Lights flickering, wondering if
alone and awake.
What has brought me here?
maybe you, or some spirit of me?