Pretending to be,

Predictable to harass.

Who are you?

Who am I?

A world filled with unanswered questions.

What is what?

What is now?

All hung up on time.

Life is death,

death is life.

Crying upon arms of comfort.

Nothing is something,

something is nothing.

You cannot hide a secret from me,

at last my love you do me wrong,

for love is a crush beyond thy heart.

Craving the last blood to life,

losing the way of being.

Who we are,

what we'll become.