Is this panic, this emotion I seem to own?
I see the truth in your eyes,
that love and pain share the same lane.

And I know that harm will come,
because I will unravel misery from pole to pole,
that I will drown to my ruin,
but maybe this time I don’t care.

In the universe things exist.
Some of them within, some of them without.
And some that go in-between.

But if they asked me now, how does it feel to be alive,
I would invoke the texture of your voice,
the touch of the raw truth as I sense it in my roots.
Because your words could end this life of me.

The tune of your voice had a downhearted pace,
as if you were trying to say something nice,
but the fog in your heart wouldn’t agree.

I see now I was just a piece, that you knew you were wrong.
The day you told me to go away, it was full of dark.
I learned the taste of death, a sip of ache.

My memories, they were so strong, they were so deep.
My blood had gone turbulent, I was at the heart of sea.
I could see again your younger self, crying by the river.

You, reader, do you understand these stories?
Can you see what these really mean?
These memories, they do not belong to me.

So many mistakes were done, I wish I could wash them away.
I murdered the sun and choked my heart.
I no longer see a white place.

I no longer see The Face of Death.
I see no fear, I see no pain.

When you’re feeling lonely, please use this place.
A white place that is my heart, you shall name it yourself.

Should we ever meet again, might you come across my way,
remember this is the world you can call your home.
If you go to the roots, and breath the air of darkness,
you will remember what you came in here for as the universe unthreads.

When the world has deceased, an ancient promise is fulfilled,
one that says there is a way back to the very beginning of things.
What you seek is The End of the Sun,
and so you shall receive.

Please accept the truth, take it to the next future.

I am misery, I am the wound.
Hope is your weapon, leave it all behind.

I wonder then, what if I had turned my back,
what if I asked you one more time,
would you do it all again?

A single line that is time,
a straight line across the board,
You could call it the frontier of your end.

If I could dance through the echoes of time,
If I could change the future,
would I feel as the ruler
or would I be then the martyr of the tyrants?

One day fate went against me.
Your body beneath the wheels, my blood going south.
This is the Face of Death, I will never forget.

I am the future you,
And the future me,
And the future us.

Are you the future you?
Are you the future me?
I am the future us.

Am I the future you?

I got in, into a colorless place,
the residence of the dead suns.
Is this fate or doom?

We made a trade.
I would take your place,
I would take your blame.

Where you hide the things you dread the most,
I will wait you there.
And so my time will happen, over and over again.

I woke up to this voice,
Some call it the Dark Voice of the End.
It gives me power, it gives me sense.

I can eat the future.
One stab and the world will be confined,
or will it repeat again?

The two monsters will meet,
when they face other you will remember my words.
The voice of the great fear, as it came to me,
‘It lives within, you must let it out’

“The story starts, where it all begins.
Do you know brood of the human, home is where the start is?
Is there any place you call the origin?“

I remember an uncolored place in my dreams.
Is there where I first met you Zero?
If any place I would call my abode, it would be near you.

And so they announced:
"Listen to us, offspring of the Dark Voice of The End.
If our memories are what you crave, you will venture for them”
How dangerous was to let our edges intertwine, little did I know.

When I was a callow boy I found him by the river, crying alone.
His eyes were the core of visions yet to be dreamed,
I could see a castle behind the clouds, it took the light of the sun away.

‘Shall this world end, I will take you to whatever place you itch to go’
His weeping ended, he raised his head.
I thought he was thinking about it,
then I realized he had decided it long along.

‘I want to go where the start is’
'And where this place shall be?“ I asked, as the dark clouds raised from the sea.
Where is the origin? What’s your first memory?
Mine begins this day.

I can sometimes hear their voice.
As the music plays along, another sound comes from within.
It is the voice of The Lost Children.
Only to be heard when the melody plays, when your soul is on fire.

“Listen my boy, this is the story of the Lost Children,
what you shall hear will change how you see reality forevermore 
is that what you seek, children of the human?”

How could I lost you, I was just 7.
We never got to say goodbye, a car crash took you away.
Maybe I wasn’t so wrong, there is a place where memories go.
Those will wait for me, until I return.

I wanted to be stronger. I wanted to stay closer to your eyes.
If I could meet you again, would you say goodbye this time?