• The air is thick,
    my pulse is quickening
    the sun is down
    the wind is whistleing

    My life line long
    or maybe short
    miles away from my
    protecting fort

    They seem to be coming
    those jagged knives
    killing me again
    like in my past lives

    my heart is in pain
    my head is pounding
    am i going insane?
    The danger rounding

    And then i bleed.
    deep deep down...
    I seem to be crying
    but making no sound

    I have no heart, its been ripped out
    I have no soul i begin to shout
    Im broken again, but the feeling is not a stranger
    I had ignored the warning, maybe even wanting the danger.