painful existence surrounded by ignorance, hatred for all fuels my steps
lost in the march falling to the next
nothing gives and the fear is my friend
waiting for deaths whisper we are all nothing
you are the air that I don't breath, to another it is all
i have it and it has been lost
i see it but i cannot touch it, it exists before me
it will prosper
the nonexistent hope that i attempt to grow is harmful
but it is all i have
because i have nothing real

Burnt Snow