This is the trilogy of one hand clapping.
The wailing song of the Beast.
Pondering extinction.
Unfortunately,NOT my own.
Where do I go from here?
Why must my walk be in Darkness?
I used to be Flame.
I used to cast Light.
Broken doesn't describe me.
Remoulded,perhaps.
Forged in shadows NOT mine own.
I'm tired of Shadow.
I used to be the Good Guy.
I used to be a Hero.
Now,I'm just Damned,
Damned in flames.
Madness is supposed to be liberating.
Then why am I still chained?
The tears,I do not understand them.
The Devil isn't supposed to cry,after all.
Hail to the King,baby.
