Maybe I'm the next casualty or tragic

accidental passing after hatchets fall

Since I sat silently, the world said goodbye to me

The passage is twice the price of passions involved

It's all revolved around this existent vault

This physical inebriation is a ghost

I've known for longer than myself

If someone else could lend some

help I'd send them all my love

But they won't come and I don't know

if I can save myself or anyone

The face of loss is all that I could draw without a flaw

Having everything descending right before

me is assuring me that I was far from wrong

I call commending reveries for all the

apparitions that the phantom spawned

Though mountains tall, I am a fault