The flower twists to kiss the sun
I'm contorting myself for her own joy
Yet death stalks us both unmercifully
The frost claims the last field flower
Absence of love exudes all power
How much longer can I possibly last here
Before I become swallowed by my fears
I yearn to find my angel here
Yet I don't think that she is here
"You ever get that feeling where... I don't know...
No matter how hard you try
Or how much money or material objects you may obtain
It will all be taken away from you in the heartbeat of a moment
The moment of your death
What a funny thing to realize...
Yet some people haven't even come to the realization of it at all
Therefore Id just say f*ck it and just obtain everything you can
In the apathy of a lifetime, I've chosen to get as much love
As I can out of life, because, it makes me feel like I actually
Belong, in a place that is foreign, scary, and
The complete opposite of where I want to be. I want to be in
A place where I feel love and feel loved, regardless of what
Body I may have where that place is. Maybe I can make that
World here with the time I have...
What will you choose to get?"