RUST

by MORDREAD

ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST, BID FAREWELL TO BROKEN TRUST.

LIKE ALL THINGS, IT HAD TO DIE. I OFTEN STOP AND WONDER WHY.

FOR WHEN THE TRUST DIED, SO DID I. MY SOUL IS GONE, MY BODY CRIES.

ASH TO ASH, AND DUST TO DUST, ALL THINGS MUST END.

BUT SORROW SEEMS TO CHEAT THE RULE, A FACT WHICH SEEMS EXTREMELY CRUEL.

ETERNAL, ALWAYS IN YOUTH. MISERY CAN LIVE FOREVER.

PERHAPS EVIL'S ONLY TRUTH. WILL IT END? MOST LIKELY NEVER.

NO! NONE OF THIS IS JUST! DREAMS ARE ALL TRANSFORMED TO DUST.

PEOPLE CRUSHED BY UNTRUE TRUST.

WHAT GOOD ARE MY EMOTIONS? WHAT GOOD IS ALL THIS THAT I'M FEELING?

SADNESS, MADNESS, RAGE, SELF-PITY, ALL THESE THINGS ARE GUILTY OF

STEALING MY HAPPINESS AWAY FROM ME.

TRUTH NO LONGER SEEMS A FRIEND, AND THIS HURT, NOTHING SEEMS TO MEND.

NO LONGER CAN I JUST PRETEND, BUT I'LL FIND REST, SOON, IN THE END.

THINGS WILL DIE AND THINGS WILL CHANGE , IT'S JUST A LAW IT IS JUST A MUST.

THE WAY GOD WORKS IS REALLY STRANGE. I THINK THE BASTARD IS DERANGED.

FLESH WILL ROT, AND METAL RUSTS.