The fire feeds an empty heart
Blood runs cold as a loneliness takes flight
The water creates a hurricane, it’s own work of art
The only thing wrong is the misplacement of fright.
Hearts of stone, frozen cold
Eyes of hate, sucking life from thee
You stand alone, as a disgrace you were told
Bound by the chains of fate, begging to be free
The wind whispers unpleasant secrets
Your spirit flutters, frantic to get away
Your mind will be burdened by dark regrets
Yet your body is immobilized by the desire to stay.
You are death’s pawn, and life’s chosen savior
Be strong be true, you must survive
A new darkness will spawn, leaving a bitter flavor
The world depends on you. Will you become dead, or remain alive?