Of all there is to say – words fall short.
I can’t articulate my emotions anymore.
I don’t know emotions anymore.
The babel of fiends,
This can’t possibly be me. This is not me.
Yet it is these mysterious wisps that I cannot grasp...
That give me my name.
Wherein the flickering flames – engulf me of my being.
My mom is the moon, my dad is the sun.
Until all\'s undone, I will cling to them,
Despite the distance, despite the discord.
Mister Sir, Your Majesty, I must spit this useless heart of me.