• When the world ends up to be falling around your very center,
    your creatures nothing more than dirt and grime.
    When all your loved ones start to cough blood and die,
    would you take this as a sign?
    When love is no longer an option,
    what option do you chose?
    When you finally begin to comprehend this poem,
    could you fit inside my shoes?
    With every last word,
    every last line,
    you have no idea,
    but we're running out of time.
    Death be upon you,
    our souls, our creations.
    Death be upon our lives,
    our loves,
    our very foundation, and our damned corporations.
    Death be upon our wishes,
    our desires,
    we'll watch everything light up in glorious fire.
    It shall be a glory,
    a mission.
    It shall be our last words,
    last lines,
    before our transition.


    I still love you.
    I always and forever will.
    But watch me quiver and die,
    tell me how you now feel.