less than truthlessness.

There is always those around you - who you can point to and say 'I'm not like them, they're so bland and contrite' - but that is unimportant. What matters is that there are those of whom you can say 'we're so alike and in love'.

Old, tired world - offer me something new
decode some truth
before I fall into insanity
I've wandered my mind's decay -
it sent me spiralling
don't know the words to say
to shackle this depravity.

Finalities compose such melodies
mesmorise the memory I thought would keep me safe -
Tyrants rule my last regards
what empty fate started this final phase -
Retile my foundations with gold -