Could I sit with you, for a moment?
I want to tell it all to you.
Tell you of hopelessness.
Tell you of a fog
That swallowed all it touched,
Until there was no more.
Could I bother you, just for a while?
I have to tell somebody.
I have to tell somebody about the Sun
That broke through, and shattered the
Fear that held us so tightly.
Could I tell you of a madman who believed himself to be a god?
He who was hardly a man.
And yet, so much like a man he was.
I need someone to hold my hand
As I skate across the frozen wastes of a fallen kingdom
And survey all that we’ve inherited.