Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without you?nIf you murdered your dreams and we buried younThe thought that was the bitter seed, the subterranean trajectorynThat was thrust deep within the earth, and grew into a twisted treennThe origins of modern sadness, to obsess over life and deathnWhile life is short and growth is slow, patience is the task at handnWhile the wait for happiness, can be agonynAn eternity in death, can be much more easily achievednnIt’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest bluesnThe belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be donennHow sad life can be when those, who once-wanted, don’t want anymorenAnd when those who already have it, can’t see it, for what it’s worthnThe frustration that as soon as you think that it is all just meaninglessnYou are proven wrong again, when you find meaning at the end…n