Another shot fired in anger
to speed our own demise, to aid the
beast that hunts us,
upon retreat from blurring skies.

We suffer the pain of blood
flow amidst a sea of closing doors;
clutching tightly to
the sound of our own screams...
these words won't reach the shore.

Burning down the sky
'till there is nothing left;
we smother every feeling
under the weight of regret.

Our fists held in the air
won't give us the strength to decide:
What's right? Who's wrong?
Where do we go from here?

And as we're sinking to the bottom,
we leave our anchors unrestrained;
because the promise of redemption escapes us.

Peacefully, I will sleep beneath the scorching sheets;
and upon the ice of failure,
I will dream that I am one with the flames;
and in the wind, the world will hear my name.