Rise

We have spit out all of our hopes. And if we haven't been loved before, then there is no use to turn around now. The time is ticking down, for the french maid, for the butler, for the slave working towards the grave. I cannot hold my breath anymore, for this silence is suffocating. This is how it all began with the beggar and the thief. Darkness is not a dream, it is only a sickness. But I have found the cure, the light. The torch, to guide the hole of this world.