This is me,
and this is my hell.
A hell without flames,
Without a master to obey.
I share with you my pain,
A cold,
Dark,
Ancient plain.
I drag you to my grave,
To never see,
and never to remember the light of day.
Why must I wreak such havic,
Such turmoil on your soft soul?
Because I am the world,
The world you think you know.
I'm merciless,
Judgeless,
I am nothing but fair.
I am but the flip of a coin,
The life you cease to hold dear.
You reminisce on the good days,
But they never went away.
I am the world,
I have not changed.
You simply grew up,
And morned my natural ways.
