A gun pressed firmly against my temple,

My mind below instructed by the wind

Introspection, the true meaning of pain, you as you are,

No comfort even in death, I wonder, would you mind looking away ?

Develish my resistance, irresistible, at times dangerous, billowing, hated,r

Bottled hatred, the calling card of a child, my anger now rising like the sea

Lower and lower the sun sets, hiding behind the horizon,

Over below the steaming horizon, deserting humanity

Wiling away like a traitor our haste becomes rage, mine glowing like a fire

Isolated and steaming, our fingers numb, irony has not lost its touch,

Never remember, never forget

Guided by our concience, aided by our lungs

And we continue growing, on and on forever, ignorantly ignoring time.

What did I do to you?