What Has Become of Me?

Come and kill the world with me.
Come and destroy the enemy.
Come and die with me,
Begin the reward of morality.

Forgive me for what I do,
I am not sure what may become.
This last approach to recommend;
A heartache for the world to descend
For the sad world line of fault.

Forgive the seeds of truth
That do become my mouth.
I have longed for a sad promise
That locked away for an eternity.

And so I bid my fall
Into the ocean liquid thought.
Become the banter that I forged
My mouth has become dry.
I am nothing but a burned mind;
scorched bruised deprived appreciation.