We Both Know How This Will End

We Both Know How This Will End

But I Do It Again

And It Finds Me, The Fight Inside Is Coursing Through My Veins

And Without You, The Fight Inside is Breaking Me Again

Broken and alone, I walk the empty streets of my nightmares,

coursing through the Armageddon of my design.

My life has no meaning.

I am but a spec to Her,

And as so many before me,

I shall pass without Her Knowing.

She Taunts Me

This emptiness is my creation.

These broken walls, crumbling bastions of civilization my prison, and for that,

I walk alone

The last of a dying race

This was wrought by my hand...

And so shall it end.