Im stressed
Feel like I'm pressed
Between an icy vice
Left to my vices, yes my own devices
Fell from grace twice, never lost face,
From my place I've never been displaced, but terrors I have had to face, faced them at a fast pace
Bringing memories of a past chase,
Living with haste, kisses so chaste,
But brought to waste. Brought to the brink, the brink of fire, thirsting for a drink but the pyres been lit by the liar.

You could've been, what you would've seen
All the jewels you sought
Only got you caught and to deaths door brought.
But there is a power in the flame,
Tales form in the mouth of whose to blame, the snake likes to play a game but his tactics are always the same
His aim to hurt my aim to maim.

Sight set at the highest hight,
Upon them I'll become a blight
Wrongs will become right
And my grip will get tight
As I see your eyes lose might
My friend you've lost the fight
Now into the sky-I take flight
Light up the sky as I become bright

Bright with the brittle deed
Sown my seed, watched as death took greed, not even a tear did bead
As he took the lead I now take my leave.