What is to become of me?
Me...
Of a broken heart I shall die,
The end is nigh.
I see no reason,
struggling season after season.
Wat is to become of us?
Us...
Of what significance am I to you?
Of my pain and strife you have no clue.
The end is nigh,
For what other reason should I live for other than to die?
You strike me down
You wear your crown
So proud so perfect
You crush me like a mere insect.
The end is nigh,
You sit so high.
You see it not,
That this is all for naught.
What is to become of me?
Me...
A shattered heart
Bleeding black.
Of dreary darkness and cold depression
There is no lack.
What is the purpose,
When all men must die,
Valar morghulis,
So you agree? The end is nigh.
Breathe
Me...
Of a broken heart I shall die,
The end is nigh.
I see no reason,
struggling season after season.
Wat is to become of us?
Us...
Of what significance am I to you?
Of my pain and strife you have no clue.
The end is nigh,
For what other reason should I live for other than to die?
You strike me down
You wear your crown
So proud so perfect
You crush me like a mere insect.
The end is nigh,
You sit so high.
You see it not,
That this is all for naught.
What is to become of me?
Me...
A shattered heart
Bleeding black.
Of dreary darkness and cold depression
There is no lack.
What is the purpose,
When all men must die,
Valar morghulis,
So you agree? The end is nigh.
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| The Trident - By Jayson Mondola |
Breathe
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