Does blood ever spill

Of those who took the final race ?

Why do I say these words ?

These feelings are besides my own



Living, giving, striking

Dying to do our best



A dead will burned to misery

As infinity consumes the Mind



Drown...

Infernal blindness salutes with rotten lips

Possessive imagination

Retarded remains cremation

Fear falls to human forms

Down where feelings lie apart

One space following another

And I... Why did I hurt?



Burning...

Burning...



Does blood ever spill

Of those who took the final race ?

Why do I say these words ?

These feelings are besides my own



Living, giving, striking

Dying to do our best



A dead will burned to misery

As infinity consumes the Mind