The fire burns, lost it's toll.
This slow, living flame licks my heart.
Why do I feel nothing but cold?
Why can't I tell this apart?
Secrets have been passed,
The deeds have been done.
Yet this fire still burns...
Burns.
Turning to ash the familiar.
Shouldn't this heart start to blacken?
Shouldn't it hurt?
These questions float among the flames,
Crumbling to dust before they find an answer.
Answers known before the pit.
I knew.
Heart remains untouched,
Soul unscathed.
Remaining in this fire,
Until the dying day.
The fires of hurt,
The lost,
The pain.
The angel protects,
And lost is my name.
The mask is dust,
That soul forgotten.
The darkness now surrenders.
Still I go on
With this heart with no scars.
No scars...
Still I go on
With this heart with no scars,
And still feel
Nothing.
And becomes fire's end
The dust of bones...
Still I go on.
Heart untouched.
Soul unscathed.
Mask is dust?
Still I go on -
Fire's end.