The stormtrooper, who died in me.

My room is the size of a prison cell
There’s nothing in it, about what I could tell.

The past is ashes, the future is dark.
Wanna follow the leader? It is time to embark.

Yet another chance’s lost, and you’re facing yer fear
Meant to fight for what’s right, hoped to make it all clear

Saturated with knowledge of no certain use
Can you weld? Reassemble? Can you plug in the fuse?

Venom of indifference had poisoned yer mind
You will not lose yer hope, won’t prepare for the fight.

Unable to do what I can, please, and must
Left alone
in the ocean of
unintelligent lust.

Anton “L.B.” Drozdov