The Observer

Tears of apathy run down my face.
What am I?
What is this world?
The world keeps moving as I stay still pondering it.
What are people?
What are my words?
All is empty cause it all inevitably changes and yet we stay the same.
What is the purpose?
What is it all?
The sun and stars are lost in space while I am here just lost in thought.
What is the point?

I shall observe and in that act, be consumed by it
And become the Observer


Torn by your pain, I make my entrance.
Why must you fight?
Why must you cry?
We are not born by conflict but born by love.
Why is there war?
Why can't we love?
If I could only reach into the shadows and pull you out.
Why does it hurt?
Why can't I help?
I see myself connecting your hearts and mending your wounds.
Why wont it end?

I shall mediate and in that act, be consumed by it
And become the Mediator


I strike you down and inflict my justice.
How are we like this?
How is it possible?
The rage becomes the flame that brings the pain.
How did it happen?
How could it be this way?
Walking alone, the darkness follows and spreads.
How am I at fault?
How can anyone be sure?
The world burns bright red as my purity fades to black.
How could I have known?

I shall perpetrate and in that act, be consumed by it
And become the Perpetrator.