18 May 2012
Your hands are cold, That's unlike you,to not try to keep me In your hold.
Your timing off putting, Different To when you usually come With no stopping.
Your name echoes and rings, But why are you holding on To such Small, worthless things.
It's because that's all, You have left, once on The other side of This wall.
This was not my idea, Though the bricks are in my hands, But how I managed Without knowing Is why you fear.
Your tricks have become, Overridden, I am sorry, but now all You cause is simply A hum.
Immune To Pain • Opuss № I