The world so cold, so lost within us,
have not the fear within, only grows in us.
Dread not the pain, I suffer from lost memories,
only bleed them, to fill thy hands which holds them.
Broken like a shattered crystal ball,
I throw it in the air to create one missile.
My heart will never be one again,
the powers of forgetfullness will only rebute them
Crashing down I think of all the thoughts,
that I will never repress every which way I cross.
I kneel down before you, to beg, to plead,
my hands will only crush my pain, I'll leave.
I forgive, I forget, I have only lost my soul,
the one I have given up for you, my whole.
Time will come, I'll feel your wrath,
the wrath I hold inside will not last.
Yet I will die inside, only to be alone, with no class,
I have given up, that is your choice, my wrath, your past.