Your words have butchered me since the days of my remembrance, meaningful to me at first until they burned into oblivion. You could have been there and witnessed the triumphs of my endeavors, and watched the burning in my eyes. I quickly overcame the burdens that I faced, and grew into a power worthy of recognition. Instead you chose to seek your own selfish desires, abandonment to all who helped you.
Yet still the force was calling, bringing you ever nearer to the conclusion of your wretched life. Love nor faith could have saved you from the path that you had chosen. Your destiny was altered long ago. You went on without meaning, an everlasting strife. It wasn't lust or alcohol, you were poisoned by life.
I’m burning, combusting, and leaving my soul behind to fend for itself in an endless feud with time. A dismal spell controls me and inhibits my actions, protecting your foolishness from intervention. In time, your suffering will bring you to the end, and terminate itself alongside your being. It could have been seen from far, and in the distance, no warning could have changed you or your inconsistency.
As time wheels by, the second draws nearer. Life grows shorter, and death becomes clearer. The moment is nigh to reach for the lights, and wander alone through the cold endless nights. Intense desolation: I don't think I know how to conquer this feeling and move on alone. The moment is nigh to reach for the lights. I bid farewell and I finish my cries.