Just as I knew it, I could not see. My imagination and the only thing I can think of being right, was wrong. Everything mattered, but my kindness was too much to bare. Growing weaker by the time and the only thing which could never exist was my love. The way it began could have one sign of redemption.
For the sense of pleasure, would it be my heart to fill with pain, so now I decide my fate. Things as they are we're bound to, but the difference lied to my face. I am a night without a sky and a day without a moon. Free from destruction my eternity was life and the revolving turns were tacit.
Did it make sense, in all things to be allowed. Having haunting eyes made them smile and their courage had a fault. Often as it seems, the gore ran rivers, my creation saw my outcome. It was my power which is and will always be bounded to my Spirit. For ever and a day the same, I remained overcoming. Just to lay my body on a bed without sleep, I found peace, but could not know it. I lied and told the truth about everything I loved.
Throughout a burden of time I rested, weary of my dignity. With my eye to watch over me, my blaze was 'laid back'. Realization took me from my dream and made it a nightmare. The darkest parts of the ice formed a barrier to my mind. Vengeance will be mine.