I want to be faithful, but I know that I’m not

There isn’t a day that goes by

that I don’t remember those times.

When the walls stood strong,

and the music played joyfully.

But all I know now, is silence and ruin.

Sometimes I wonder – was it all real?

A dream world, surely. A simple echo of reality.

How could one so flawed know such perfection?

What I feel now, is not a hot pain or a cold chill

but an empty void, dark and numb.

An everlasting consequence of the inevitable.

In the pitch of infinity and the blackness of the unknown,

only one thing now is certain to me:

The world here – my world, my obliteration,

Begins with me,

and ends with you.