a longing wish to hold on tightly. a dream that shines so crystal clear. what am I to be but simple and aim for the impossible. a hope but no hope to hold as the candle's flickering light dies in the night. all things return to once they came is the only absolute truth. run run run from the abyss, the sinking feelings within, never really knowing until than. as one the spirits fly but burn beneath the sword. now within the burning city I see only to slap my eyes open. all a nightmare but a prediction of what is to pass when I steep beyond the gates to the outside.
