Shush, little child.
I want you to breathe.
I want you to stop, and see.
Look around and believe me,
The world is made of death and it is of need.
I have that curse and it's been years.
But you, my dear, have only tasted it.
Stop now and see...
This is not an end.
Breathe and feel life within.
They may have ceased to exist
And now you're lost to appeal,
But here's a little tip,
you will continue to live.
Not because you want to, but because it is what's meant to happen.
And that's the secret of life... You cant do anything about it.
Even your plan to take your life is not yours to plan.
It is part of reality that you dont have any hands.
The fate of life continues no matter what...
That the people we've lost are just a spawn of that.
