You're almost lost. So Keep running. Or the past will consume. This moment fleeting.
If you pause. For a moments respite. You will drown. In the bleak days.
Awake staring at the emptiness. Or close to friends and succour. You're always alone. With the suffering. You're always alone. With the suffering.
The view from here is peaceful. The world stretches out far away. You can see all that lies. Between the earth and sky. Clarity is fleeting before dark days Clarity is fleeting.
My heart is betrayed by the twisted sight. Of my darkest days and blackest nights. These eyes define the vision. Of ghosts fathered in memory. Of the one who remains. In a hostile world of perdition.