I find the key.
It's time to go, but I stop and think.
My face. It looks fine. My skin smooth; everything looks perfect.
But it's fading away; it won't last.
The nightmare came true.
What do you do when your nightmares come true?
Who do you ask for help?
The time draws near.
It's ours now, but it will soon be over.
Someone else will behold the power; the influence.
Someone gets to lead; be the best.
Would I be any better? Was I?