Song: Cold " Crossfade
Mood: Frustrated/Calm
“What if I’m not the hero?” Hero… Such thing is subject of
fantasies, yet we all need one, or so say the cries in our deepest existence. I
am not a hero… Why must souls continue to believe so? Why must my every
footstep be the feed to the magnet my mere presence has created? Why come to me
if all I have to offer is poison? Yet one clever soul suggested for me to
execute all that was good in my existence, to eliminate all the benign souls,
and to banish all love… I replied that I could not destroy what I loved, by
which he replied: “Then you’re not that bad after all.” But why must I be good
if I feel it not?
Hear, O’ hear dear souls… I possess not a soul for I am hollow.
My lips drip decay in the veil of grace… A clever soul told me I do possess a
soul, but I see no truth to that. Why must I be to the chains bound? Why for
the sake of love must I taste the dust on the ground? In total isolation I hear
no sound… Why must love crumble before my feet? Yet it comes back and never
accepts defeat… And here I tear, burn, and write on every sheet. I met a
precious and beautiful soul, and her always simple but bold reply was something
I now contemplate: “Perhaps you are too young for love, Odd One.”