trespassing this pain in which you've seeked and foresee coming.
you're the blood on the scythe of death.
you called upon despair on your own will.
do you still yet summon for more pain?
the knowledge of the impossible happiness in which you desire.
smashes you to the grounds without remorse.
but yet you still seek for this pain?
in what do you see of this?
in what of your desires?
sit down my child.
whilst the tarots speak..
open your card..
"i'm my own..The Fool."
once again i've been beaten down by my own emotions.
nevertheless it's any point proven.
helplessness..
what can i do?
but just to watch you like a shadow.
