i am power
with crimson and pain and steel and me
deciding my fate
control that i have never had
now surging through me like an endless parabola
without a care for what or who
feeling all sensations at once
i can finally breath and stretch out my arms
to touch the shimmering sun
no sadness or hate or vanity
as the light flashes for an instant, never again

but the cold darkness has hit
to reclaim its throne above me
to cast me far away
i am a devil pining for salvation
too weak to master my future
my last breath clinging to my lungs
one final image burned into my eyes, my heart, my soul

it is not what i expected
so calculated, so short, so permanent

all i can taste is the dirt in my mouth
and the salty tears of my family
falling hard on my frozen, wax face