• Wither away
    Down to the core.
    With each passing day,
    You fade even more.

    Crumble to nothing.
    Crumble to dust.
    You have been hurting,
    So do what you must.

    Blacken and die.
    I'll tell you again:
    Deceive me and lie
    About your sweet end.

    Rise from the ashes,
    Scorched by the heat.
    Everything crashes;
    The cycle repeats.