We chase what was never ours to take
We hide from the monsters we make.
The walls of the fortress may keep you secure
But the filth of the dungeons will turn the air impure.
The suffocation will sharpen your senses
Moments of life will flash by your eyes,
Without any pretense.
The illusion will be shattered
But it will be too late to have mattered!
Still as a stone, lay bare as a bone
The train of thoughts will exit
With only last thought worth merit -
Was it worth it?