So
As this we come
The meeting of materialized souls
Like a wildfire set on torches
Life ceases
While we spend
The winters
And dying suns
When can I rest?
When can I leave this sorrow?
When can I breathe again?
The time is going to end
But the world is massive
To place all of it
On my back
Countless autumns
Leaves of tears
A present winter
Cold blinded heart
This is my burden
Make me free
Ease this stigma
I stand at the edge of nothingness
When they reveal to me
The futile of the useless
My fire illuminates nothing
My life is a frustrated
Victory
When can I rest?
When can I leave this sorrow?
When can I breathe again?
The time is going to end
But the world is massive
To place all of it
On my back