I never mattered much, I never believed in love. If there is a forever, then let me be scattered dust, And in the quill of 'Seraphims' feather, Write my name, scream it with pain, And invite the insane, and let us touch. Tell yourself I was merely a nearly, And when you close your eyes I will be blind in heaven, And for the first time I will see myself clearly. Concern yourself with yourself, More self, and more self. Do not discuss your emotions, Sink to the fathoms of your oceans, Do not be found, Do not make a sound, Just scatter me around, Chant me one last prayer to the wind, And, I will blow through your hair, for now I can never end, Yes my friend, I can only begin.