Fire ricochets off the barriers
I struggle to hold them
I fight to hold them
I am alone and I hate being alone
I hate fighting for an unknown cause
Being blindly lead on
To an invisible foe
There is no shining beacon
I am alone
I see strangers
I see ghosts
They're holding the end in their palms
They carry fire; they carry death
They're waiting for the call
They're going to watch me fall
Preyed on by a plague
So much, too much; it hurts
My body burns
I see them behind shuttered eyes
They whoop for joy
Laughter for my tears
But I stay silent in the dark
Surrounded by them
They are nothing but ghosts
Men with death in their hands
Malice in their hearts
I'm lost to them
So much flame
My body burns with this salvation
Since when is death freedom?
And life struggles in chains?
Since when does the end become a new beginning?
I see strangers
Only ghosts
I see myself
Through frosted glass
I see the pain
I see a smile
I see a smirk and twinkle in the eye
I see myself
Before it fades
And I see ghosts
With death in their hands
