In the silence, I beg to be heard.
But no...I'm not made for peasantry...

Pierce the heart of a well-fought fight; my lips...
Insightful pasts to feed the present soul-monger...

The sky is dark...
With a knife's blade for cutting weakness...

Drawn into the abyss and forsaken all for...
Fill your hunger...leave all else alone. Your...

I sit here alone
No soul for cheer...

I remember the times we shared...
In dreams you were real and so beautifully rare...

So simple...
So misunderstood...

Tempting.
How miniscule and pathetic are the inconsequential...

Once so far and long ago...
...Yet only months have passed...

Red glow humming in the soul
Black pools for eyes to devour the light...

Treacherous knot!
In my hand, set me free...

Emotion lies in the heartless men
Contaminated by Earth's ruthless spin...