Alone I stare at the hallowed life accumulating in my hands.nForever is just their passive word to describe this unholy nothing that's been left behind.nForever to be left behind for both weak and strong.nTo drain of life and remember.nAn empty act of remembrance for my own selfishness.nFalling towards darkness never came quite this easily.nSo at this time I keep it close and hold it for what it is worth.nSeasons of joy I beg for your return, your return to invoke my collapse.nI beg for your patience, I beg for your ever-insuring guidance.nBut leave her angelic tone behind so that I may still stumble on these broken knees.nLove is spoken with such jealous disgust.nAll in hope for the comfort of a pale hand to caress these lonesome and solace eyes.nFor only seven nights I lived with the stars, in seven nights I watched them fade away.nA burning past I will abandon to just live with relief, but with three chosen words I slit my own throat.nI slit my own throat.