Don’t look at the roses, they’ll wither your eyes
Don’t smell their petals, or you shall meet demise
Do you really seek to stop and be free?
Or do you want to walk, your yearning gaze clouded by me?
Time is an illusion, a luxury we possess
But we must rush, put our humanity to the test
Against one another, for others are the devil to you and I
For at our opinion, they roll their eyes and sigh
This life is a never-ending war, gray and grim
Only to be brightened by following me on a delusional whim
That I will permanently quench your growing anger–that hunger and ache
But I will always leave you to starve for dear powers sake
