My heart is aching, it cries in pain
My mind is breaking, my memory fades...
My soul, it's shivering from the cold I've become
Alas, my whole-being withers from what I've become
Each day, no one realizes this
But while they mind their own business, I violently clench my fist
I long to make the wall crumble from my might
I wish I would receive no consequences from starting a fight
I wish the world's rules did not matter
But I guess there are those that thought just like me
They had already done things unspeakable
Things that will be remembered and unforgivable
So with this weapon, I slowly take stance
I make my prayers, I fall into a trance
My eyes grow wider by the moment
My sword grows hungry with this omen
How it yearns to tear and rip apart
How it begs me to take that violent swing
Why did I wield it in the very start?
But I cannot decide this story's ending...
