The Devil got his hands on our Intensity

[sleep_onneedles]

And so we've found ourselves still existing in one of the longest and most painful endings. Holding onto a potential that was so beyond existence itself, but we let it go. Exhausted our chances when we crossed paths too soon. Perhaps in another life, we'll get it right and our story will find its way to golden pages. Until then, we carry forever on our shoulders, the failed burdens of this worlds only chance at perfection.

Wasted on delusional insistences for freedom