You know something that is truly right?
Something that you see or even hear?
It's when you don't feel appreciated and lose sight,
It's when you feel your communities' ends draw near.
The ones you know as friends become aquaintances and go,
The things you used to do together leave,
A life becomes what you perhaps ought not know,
And things you fear creep about that you can't believe.
I'll stand strong in my resign, and shan't be ignored,
My faith won't waver and my revelation stand strong.
Through all this night I'll stand, endured,
Though nothing here seems to last very long.
(This is not a note of suicide, and I may even, perhaps come back to Elite Skills some day, but for now, all those reading, I will simply fade away.)