Black.
Forgotten.
Something that was never missed.
I'm left trembling,
Begging to let it go again.

I am Lost in the sea of my own consciousness,
Without an Ark or raft to save me from the Flood.
I drift.
I drown.
I am Lost.

Left, retreating after countless defeats in battle,
My forces begin to whisper the seeds of doubt.
How can this conflict be justified?
All the innocence lost in the blaze.

For, while I no longer can fear death,
The answer to that question stares me down,
Like a wolf... eyeing a rabbit.

...still... I fight on.
...Still I will Win.
If for nothing else to drag the innocence out,
Of the crossfire that rages in my mind...

And through the haze, and the smoke, and the flames...
There sits a boy.
Lost.
Forgotten.
Black.