Waiting for the world to end.
Grinding against it,
In an eternal struggle.
Sleep.
I’m tired.
Tired of fighting.
Of scraping by.
Watching the eternal flame:
When is it my turn to feast on power?
Night breezes,
Strength in swaying shadows.
If I can’t save the world,
Should I end it faster,
Myself?
sTRENGTH iN sWAYING sHADOWS.
