Text: Propagandhi. Supporting Caste. Without Love.

All in nature ends in tragedy
and I was the first to finally fade away from my grandfathers memories.
Well how long till the day my memories of him finally fade away.
Disolving into grey.

Is breathing just the ticking of an unwaiting clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend
the sheer magnitude of every single precious breath you've ever wasted?

I did everything I could.
I bonded with the universe to take my life instead of hers.
But no amount of money drugs and tears could keep her here.
What purpose did her suffering serve?

Is breathing just the ticking of an unwaiting clock?
Counting down the time it takes for you to comprehend
the sheer magnitude of every single precious breath you've ever wasted?

So much misery.
So much indifference.
To so much suffering.
We can become tempted by appeals to hatred.
This world ain't nothing more than what we make of it.

Revenge ain't no solution to the inevitable pain
every single one of us must face in losing the kindred spirits in our lives.
Love so brief so disappointing, so confusing as **** slipped away,
I held her in my arms reduced to
"Please don't leave me. What will I do?"
This cosmic sadness just here to remind you that,
without love, breathing is just the ticking of...