CraftyWings93

I see upon a hill, the setting sun, fleeing from the night... The moon coming above that horizon for the kill, to rise and banish to darkness all light. Though time brushes over creation, I live on, a slave to immortality. Though I was the choser of my own damnation, Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality. Now the world around me decays, unlike my flesh and mind... Time has left my future in a haze, and the changing world has been unkind. I see upon a hill, but another slope downward, where the pointless  journey continues on... unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward Nostalgia is dead, as my past is for