The Trivial Paroxysm
Becoming the Archetype
So it begins
And I am surrounded by my enemies
Darkness seems like my closest friend
Suffering and waiting for you
Each breath feels like my last
But that won't stop me
I've seen the way it finds
I won't give up
Carry on til then
And though I'm incapable of sustaining myself even for a moment
I will outlive time
Carry on