there is a certain darkness to these things, the people that take before they learn what comes with time.

i have been pulled by the strings of the selfish, a victim of my own innocence.

man conquers, but he does not give back.

who starts a fire just to let it go out?

i want to hear you go inside yourself, empty halls that echo a driving madness.

a destructive force that you never cared to master,

i wouldn’t want to be like you.