In Solitas. The State of Mankind. The Undeviating Question. Zeneszám

This is my lament
For the amount to which I miss the Earth
The ground held so much familiarity
But black clouds have left me severed
My wings of wax have done me no good
Just as Icarus predicted they would

I linger while I drain from the mess that I have made
I?ll forget your face, a memory best left erased

These tears, they leave me with unbearable shame
As I inflict upon the Earth a month long rain
I apologize profusely, but my undeviating question remains,
?Do you love me??