The Last One Fleeting

Here we are, 2025,
Setting fire to this life,
Were the embers growing cold,
Did the nostalgia break the mold,
Was ruling emptiness not enough for the throne,

Reaching inside,
Hoping to die,
Heart in your paw,
Feed it to the maw,

Rushing through me,
The pain consuming,
Torching the empty,
Feelings o plenty,
Purging the world,
Let me finally feel the hurt,

Surrender to dark,
Discard sanity’s mark,
Give in to the void,
Never even had a choice,

Believed the lie,
That there was an I,
Not a mess to survive,
But a being to thrive,
Oh what a beautiful lie,

Agony take me high,
To where sun will turn,
The wings to fly,
To memories to burn,

Will 2025 at last be the knife,
Which leaves more than scars,
And turn the fleeting into stars.