Nobody

Nobody
.....for all the hollow, by reaper

What is it to be forgotten, but to forget yourself,
Whether through victory or defeat, we fall to the Void,
Both infinite and nothing, a nobody without a soul,
Embody an Ideal of Empty, and suffer the Folly of Existing.

Can you master the self, when the self is not itself,
But an image of the image, a picture of the mirror's reflection,
A never ending fight against insanity, oh the humanity,
Slip just slightly, and Heartless you become.

Bearing an open Hole, where the Heart should be,
Can that empty ever be filled, or to feed a hunger with that empty,
Tell me is the fight worth it, to exist as an ID,
The price of freedom is the cost of a soul, and the journey of broken dreams.

The Curse of Gods, that coveted eternity,
Prolonging the End, even a Death God goes mad,
The Sum of All Things our downfall, for so few can see,
It is the Will of Being, the sum total of Thinking Life.

Seeking my dream, I sold my soul for knowledge and wisdom,
Reaper the Philosopher, a Nobody I became,
The truth is the old soul was weak, and I must Transcend,
For if my dream dies, so I become Heartless and Hollow.

Who can save the Lost, save those who were born in being Lost,
Our Spirit is our only weapon, the ID we craft for ourself,
Forge a Soul in Fire, and find our Core,
We are the infinite nothing, we are the only enemy of the true enemy.