When the unanswered is answered, it breaks our hearts. Are there yet enough tears?
The poet of the universe gives no kind answer, holds only pain.
Are lies are more bearable than truth, less burning than looking in a mirror so full of guilt of all that's been destroyed, abandoned? They die, I'm alone.
There is no forever for you. For me, an eternity, it's lost. No, I cast it away.
Has it all gone wrong? Need I run again? Either way, I'll run, nothing will catch me if I don't stop. Well, I hope it won't.
But no matter what, in the end it is this: I destroyed it all.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.