Quickness.

This battle is against myself.

But I cant give up on myself cause I'm all I got

I thought I had a lot, but I ended up with the short hand of the stick.

Quick.

Quick

Quickly,

Things change.

Things evolve into the nothingness that I was afraid of.

The black whole that nothing returns from.

The emptiness that consumes me.

This battle against myself.

Quick.

Quick

Quickly,

The love I had became the love I lost.

The love longed for became the love that existed.

The lost that was there, became the love that was.

This battle is against myself.

But I cant give up on myself because I'm all I got

Cause everything I'm not is everything she is

And,

Everything I am, and everything that is, was, could be.

Vanished.

Quick.

Quick.

Quickly

Ever so rapidly, and swiftly.

It changed.

And here I remain, here I remain.