As I Lay Dying. Frail Words Collapse. Undefined. Zeneszám

What is this world?
What is this we?ve created?
In the burdens of this life
I cannot rest

This world means nothing
Everything we hold will pass away
With a void of completion
Comfort will ever fade

I long for this wind to cease
We once held undying devotion
Now dead to our thoughts
Undefined like our love