killed who? with the what now?

"things fall apart, the center cannot hold..."

every once in awhile, you get that glimmer of passion in your soul.
you feel strongly about something...
i feel strongly about something, something missing for so long.

I wonder what depth lies below me?
what heights i once reached?
where did it go; what has slowly pulled this from me?

what causes me to think, ponder, and question things i once dismissed as nothing?
how can a life bank so far? slowly pulling down.
what brings this to the fore? what force...

i look back on this and shake my head, this prophecy fulfilled in every way.
tapping these keys places a man's life in your hands.
you think you know me through these lines, these paltry lines.

fuck you.