He Who Saw the Deep

Our star looks bright As we curse it for the final time And we forget to breath And we regret The process of our age Progress, stagnation and decay And we breath deep And we realise that hope is not enough Our game is up So caught up in the whens and

Some things are better left forgotten Or the weight of the world will crush your bones In an ideal situation This will all be over soon And I will leave this world in pieces I will leave it to the scarab and the crows Under seas and under soil In a m

The echo of success In the beating of a heart Will tear your life apart, And your forgotten dreams, As futile as they seem, Gave you hope. Now that hope is not enough, All the people that you meet Are as hollow as they seem. Close your bright eyes, C