Mathematics Of The Storm - Daniel Lioneye

I’m nothing

Dead

I’m dead

I’m dead to you

You’re nothing

Your friends and children are nothing

Without a shape or form

I am nothing but awakened dream

I sigh as I observe

The mathematics of the storm

Which is all that we are

I want my particles to dissolve into the fire

I want to kneel before you and be the broken one.

repulsive useless waste of

oxygen…

Just kidding, you are perfect just the way you are