Definition

The last of who we are

Its the darkest part of us
The last piece to fall

The world is all but fire

They say there’s a demon
A harbor to dig deep

Conscious killer for the reckoning
Haunted within the weak

Tainted snows are blemshed
Defiled and befouled

Charcoal to the roaring fire
Books, enlighted to be burned

But simple
Sweet
Solitude

Torment rides the pain
Sacrifice the heartache

Replace love for disdain

 

The last piece of all of us
Determines who we are

Would the demon be but whispers
Of what’s left inside my heart.