So This is Life

All But Dead

Alive

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Born of a star,

Aflight on two wings;

And right there inside,

A strong heartbeat sings.

The wind and the waves,

How fierce, how demanding;

You boil within,

You take what they're handing.

You run with the dark,

Black paint in the snow;

Black blood on your hands,

And what's red overflows.

A strange sort of magic,

A dark sort of curse;

The further I sank,

Consequences worse.

Pain unimagined,

Confusion unrivaled;

Chains locked in hatred,

The demons to rile.

Straight from the shadows,

They swim through the veins;

Basking, adapting,

As the monster reigns.

Your dungeons, my master,

Cold, lost, forgotten;

The fruits of tomorrow,

Slowly turned rotten.

Broken and scarred,

And far from the dead;

Lonely, exhausted,

Apart from my head.

The dragons you sent,

Their fire flares now;

But just like their keeper,

Someday they will bow.

How I've hoped, I've dreamt,

Of battle, of glory;

When I will reclaim,

The pen to my story.

These words are my world,

Everything to me;

That's why I fight,

When all others flee.

That's why you'll fall,

In the pain that you've wrought;

All the curse of,

The treasure you bought.

Who will be laughing?

Who will be smiling?

That's what I've asked,

In time I've been biding.

There'll be nothing to say,

Still no way to erase;

But when you step out that door,

I'll slam it in your face.

You'll be a monster displaced.

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