I set fire to my broken chest
everytime I think ,
of what we can't be,
and I let these tears fall,
to try to put out the flames,
but nothing seems to quench,
this raging inferno.

As my soul danced in farewell
With my life ebbing away
Unto the gaping gates of Hell
With utter shock and dismay
In my last bitter flight
I saw His dreadful scythe
It was the only thing I liked
About the infamous Grim Reaper
And all of Hell's keepers
The only thing with shine
Glinting with dire beauty
That scythe in fading light