Roads Are Getting Nearer

I play this song when I fear the worst. Because when it grows dark, when the wind hastens on the flat barren plain, I need that reality.


It came to me in time all but when I was a young child. It asked for my name, I told it I was called Suffering. I dared fate and asked for its name. It told me it was Pain. There and then I embraced it, calling him Saviour and My Love for Pain and Suffering walk hand in hand on lonely roads and red drenched hardships. I now call it, 'Him'.

He held me close and told me of dark secrets. He brought me to the edge of the world and showed me the treachery of all that lived. I swallowed it into myself, and beheld the true wonders of humanity. But in it's pleasure and mine, I lost my ever singing soul. In exchange for understanding, I gave away the true self.

And here I stand on crimson paths, the gloom of the world passing by, a grey dawn and its darkening age, the slow decay of human reason, the faith lost with the hot wind. Trust a slipping memory. I asked him how I would survive each passing day and henceforth. He smiled at me with glowing eyes and told me that he would help me day by day as he saw fit. The story of my maker.
I fall into misery and confusion, I feel depression and opression. I want it to end, this limitless vision. I want everything to end, this pain and suffering. For I only want to be with him and no one else. I want to breathe no more. Bleed no more, beat no more. For all that persists now is lies and betrayal.





I have to keep him alive. My master, my saviour, my all and my life.