Fire is a beautiful thing.
Scrunch the paper, not too tight now...
A depressing story I say
To you that may not care...
I fall
From standing...
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak...
The salvation for which you lust...
Around, all around, the shadows gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls...
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel...
It is a night of dark desire, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their cry. The thirsting one...
My blade is colored with his blood
My boots are caked with reddened mud...
Picture me with the dozen roses
hoping that I'll keep my life that i possess...
Let yourself fade into the dark of the night
don\'t forget to scream her name as you slowly...
It's getting closer now...much closer than I...
The clock on the wall ticks with anticipation...
Withered and broken
Soon to be forgotten...