Hiraeth = homesickness for a home you can't return to. He's not who he says he is. She's not what he expected her to be. Anthea's a young, wild girl who was destined for this. This was her fate whether she liked it or not. Could he convince her to join and be with her own people or would he leave her broken and destroyed.

I'll shed these tears till I can no more, Till they drift along the seas shores. I'll wave them goodbye with no regret in sight, Since these tears were my closure and helped me see the light. It's okay to cry, Rather than be trapped in the lie, I'm okay When your really not fine, So let it out and you'll survive Since sometimes the truth is unbearable and tears are no sins.

Consume my rythm and poetry and die inside while doing so. Those who survive this album filled with hate of others and hate of myself. Those who survive the anxiety attacks in these words. Those who survive the war inside themselves to commit suicide. Those who survive the disease of depression. Those who survive the pessimist view of the world. Consume this, and you will die. Or who knows... maybe you can Consume and live. But only the strong may do so.

Music. poetry. love. hate. heart. anxiety. depression. happiness. Energy. Peace. War.