Looking onwards with a grace of grief
Littered is the past with broken dreams
Hopeless and unattainable as they are
Empty inside, I am heavy with burdens.

My name is soiled, my lover is lost, and my knees now falter
In quiet despair upon a foundation of childish mistakes
Whereas in one hand I hold audaciously, my final redemption:
A cold blade of sheathed steel, a tormentor’s temptation.  

Remember, our fate is always but our own to make…
Embodied as it were, as in the rippling light of dawn
So my demons, from forth this sword to my grave
I pray this hour shall my soul witness a new day

For wherein my torment I was lost- forsaken, I discovered:
Man was Law, man was Mercy, and man was Insane
But Steel has no mercy and thus I hold the power
To wash away the pain and thus release my sins

So now I say goodbye…
My tender flesh is yours,
My fears no longer mind,
My true self unsheathed… now shines.