We live in two different worlds, and it serves no purpose to break down the wall between us. You are a broken person pretending to be whole while I am trying to make the most of my fragments. Don't confuse me, lest my shards become like knives. If you distrust the order, we will all be condemned. The stars will fall and we will all be destroyed under the great force. I am another species; therefore, I must be kept apart from you.

Don't lie to me, you know this is only for yourself. What may seem a badge of honor is only a chink in your armor. You may say you're open-minded, but you're only blind. Oblivion is peace, and without peace there's war. Don't pry anymore. Don't expose yourself to unknown horrors that should rather be left alone. Your curiosity should be your downfall, yet your sky is burning and you stand beneath.

I cannot trust, for there are the conniving ways. How can you prove to me that you mean what you say? You only seek a peek then you will run away. I cannot believe you when you are all the same. Your lies are haphazard, they cannot line up. You move without meaning, your scars aren't bleeding. How can I trust someone who's not the same?

How dare you accuse? How dare you disprove? The sky is blood red and you dare to stand. Get away from me, my shards are weaponizing. You don't understand. You never will. You never can. It's plastic! Everything is molded from the enemy. Don't get close. Don't peer over the wall. Don't lie to me. I've heard them all.

World end is the destination. Don't break the silent law, don't blaspheme the universe with such efforts. My night is starless, my day, black. No spark in the atmosphere shall make me heed unto the light. Your sky is burning. I do not accept it, don't let it bleed into mine. Understand the split, the difference in our ways.

Approach me not, I don't need an angel. I move pathlessly and your pavement shall not distract me. Beware and flee. The heavens are falling and hell will swallow both of us whole. The darkness and the light are separate for reasons. If you insist on being my grace, then save me by allowing me to forget your efforts so oblivion may be my sword of peace. Let my shards be. Let the wall remain. I shall wait in my darkest bliss until the hour of my descent comes and I am free.