Calm and Collected

Morose, he's calculating every tear. 

It's going to relieve the pressure. 

Bones crushing under the weight of every year. 

I do not believe you can reassure. 

This is what we have been building towards. 

This climatic clash of violence afforded by grudge. 

No one can claim this throne, living ward.

Push them one more step against the edge. 

Bloodied for a treat, you'd gnaw your own arms off. 

Reaching for something to fill the nothing inside. 

This only ends one way, go ahead and scoff. 

Laugh it off, for these feelings are dead in a landslide.