As I sit in the corner
My fading vision striking at me
Deep, dark circles surround my eyes
Blade of scribe in hand
I can see a future, cold
Tears of mine
Tears of theirs
All our sorrow joins together
Staring, watching
As it grows
Melding
Mixing
Growing higher and higher
Our sorrow, our emptiness

It leaves us strong
But even after our sorrow leaves us
It still burdens us

Kill the sorrow, soldiers
Scribes of ferocity
Kill this monster we’ve created!
Slash your swords of words
Watch this monster fall
Killed by our words!
Killed by our tales!
May our stories grow
Upon its fallen body
So the future can feel our emotions too!