The Grasp
This world is contaminated by fools believing the shadows oppose the light
But would you even know brightness without the dark, or despair without joy?
You would run a senseless race just to hide from your own shadow
Unaware that I am your truth , unbiased by emotion
Defined by the very light you run towards
So continue to search for your place, you’ll only harm yourself
For they will see me and flee, alarmed by your true appearance
Prepare, the running cycle will go on until death itself has found us
Cold and alone, not an ally in sight
And the reaper will feel pity, wishing you would have realized
That had you only faced me, then maybe I would have let go