Doth thou not fear?

Thou shall say, as doth your inkling, I am sick

Divulging the fear that reaps

I embrace heart that creeps,

Life is too short indeed.

This disease is my labyrinth,

All my life I've been looking for its key indeed,

one day I will escape, I vow

But the struggle promises freedom from "now".

The whole world's crumbling,

Crushing the benevolence while vexing.

It is nothing but a struggle of world's apart,

Chained by the very fate of existence

Questioning the audacious,

Doth thou not fear?