Every facile moment heaves and echoes dark feedback All intents, future and past events alight As our shutters are drawn no more the thin veils disclosed If not in shock it may be fair to ask why not? I'm not a martyr I'm not a saint I've come to find it doesn't matter either way It's all so awful I love it all, the good, the bad, the rise and fall that brings us back to null I once heard that every seven years Like a rebirth Our whole corpse The skin and bones Is traded out for seven more If so then here in my fifth life I'll see if I can finally get it And if not then I'll just forget it and discard it with the wreckage of a past that I no longer recognize