The Soothsayer

My heart it beats, while I sink, and rip my teeth.

What have I become? A song with no words? I am a hurricane, you are an avalanche.

Look into my eyes, and tell me that I’m nothing. Nothing but a disaster, a pathetic excuse for a man. You are just a sickness, no better than the beast. Someday we will meet. These voices will collide.

I said we walk this earth until we are dead.

When we wake, we’ll see what has become. Everything is gone. We are all dead.

We will fall.