Final Words

Come back to reality
Come back to fantasy
Should we follow this path?
Should we listen to the advice?
Let free you wrath
With no compromise

Feel with no feeling
Drive the empty road
Abandon the dreaming
To the daily road

Drink the cursed water
Deliver an empty soul
Tears aren’t saltier
Death isn’t cold

Boxed and delivered
Wrapped to meet the maker
by your restless and shivered
friendly undertaker.