He looks upon his beloved creation
invariable, inevitable self-destruction
a cycle of vainness and nihility.

He makes no mistakes,
no shots missed when
none are taken.

and on the eighth day,
He sighs...

Breathing life into a world
that cedes purely to death.

I’ll wait in the car
And fog up the windows
With shaky breath, I steady myself
I drag ******* across and through
Some divine slit I have created, I will admire
You.

I will be your yesman,
And I will never have a question.

I will drive us to anywhere you want to go
Even as the brakes groan and tires bleed
I will remember the rhythm of each road
And I will play it for you when you want to
Relive a scene that I have only seen from
The windscreen.

Even as I break and groan and tire and bleed
I will wait in the car and watch you live.
And I will be happy, and I will find reason
Even if my nails are biting into the handbrake
And my foot has long frozen to the pedal,
I must be happy, and there is always a reason.

When the day where you can no longer dance
Finally graces with me with its dawn
I shall then pick myself up from the driver's seat
And walk into the sunset like in the movies
And for them that is the end
But for me that shall be the beginning.