Interweaving words, gleaming threads of silver spilling onto
Fantasies, like sparkling rains of liquid diamonds, life is short and
Reality's too long to imagine, as if the stars were there for us to number,
Label and make worthless.
Destructive ways, the death of one seems so insignificant,
Infinite miles of darkness where the stars burn out, there are no
Angels, there's no hell.
Our punishments will meet us while we live, death makes them only
We feel the cut and scar of every action; when the days fade into
Nothing, our debts to non-existent gods are paid in a fool's gold of
Pain, we will be rewarded with an end to our suffering
Though that end has come too late.
I'm not afraid to die, just as you're not afraid to sacrifice your true self for
Friends that will only put the dagger in your back when you stray from
The cages they need to stay close to the herd.
My life is pointless if it's
Not my own.