If it's true say the name, lay down the sword and tell me it's over. I don't understand why I came all this way, the mirror
is a shattered alien snarl, my past is darkness and my dreams are all sorrow. The road is closed, everything's so dark, I
lift this glass to a vertigo city of shining lights and spiraling confetti and do you know they tell me to just be grateful.
The war is over. Night is the soul.
I-
What was my wish? I'm not sure, though I know it was close to this. I just wanted it to stop.
Even if such a promise is destined to be broken I was willing to take the chance.
Does that make me the problem? Guess so.