So As this we come The meeting of materialized souls Like a wildfire set on torches Life ceases While we spend The winters And dying suns When can I rest? When can I leave this sorrow? When can I breathe again? The time is going to end But the world is massive To place all of it On my BACK Countless autumns Leaves of tears A Present winter Cold blinded heart This is my burden Make me FREE Ease this stigma I stand at the edge of nothingness When they reveal to me The futile of the useless My fire illuminates nothing My life is a frustrated Victory When can I rest? When can I leave this sorrow? When can I breathe again? The time is going to end But the world is massive To place all of it On my back