I heard myself today to see if I still feel a focus on the pain. I feel a focus on the pain. The only thing that's real. The needle there's a hole. The old familiar sting. Try to kill it all the way. But I remember everything. Whatever I become. My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I make you hurt. I wear this ground of thorns upon my liar's chair. Full of broken thoughts. I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time. The feelings disappear. You are someone else. I am still right here. Whatever I become. My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again. A million miles away. I would keep myself. I would find a way.