When I cave, you will all forget my face. Isn't that right? I hope it won't take long to fade away, not a soul will speak my name and it'll be like I never lived at all. We used to speak of it like it was some point in the future. Like it would never come. We used to pray to God and just accept we couldn't prove it, cause to accept that we're nothing was harder to swallow. I just want to be a lifeless set of ears. And watch your desperation as you finish
out your years and stroke your fears of being blank. Everybody bleeds the same. Isn't that right? I hope it won't take long. They say the first time that
you die is when your heart stops, but you die again the last time that someone speaks your name. One day you'll wake to find that all your time is spent. One day you'll never get back up again.