...Shaped by the Winds
of worthless trivia,
we cloud our minds
into a storm.

Our thirst for knowledge
burning like water,
blindly believe,
we follow Form.

We are the Cold,
we are the Lonely,
we have become that rainy day...

Thus lying in grace while we are sleeping,
never to wake, we are Decay.

                                                   ...Toffears

...If Destiny is written,
let us erase what we believe.

Holding the pen,
narrating fiction,
we're unsubstantial
and so naive.
​
We turn to cold
but never lonely,
for it is just a rainy day...
​
We lie in grace while we are sleeping,
Only to wake and slave away.
...

                                              ...Toffears