I’ll take a step back,
As you fall behind,
Ruminating on nothing,
While you lose your mind.
I thought I was home,
That I’d found my kin,
Those whom I could trust,
With my Deepest sins.
But now I see,
With clearer eyes,
That you used me,
And still hope I die.
But this Anima is true,
And persists through the rot.
This Soul still beckons,
Although I have not.
And one day,
When the sun has turned cold,
You’ll realize the error
Of the lies that you sold.
But by then, too late,
You’ll be hated by all,
Especially those lost
And Doomed from the Fall.