tears poor down my face as I step into this cold lonely place a memory once forgotten shadows bare throw my brain pain so sharp and crisp I can't scream arms are pulling me down all the faces all the snickers all the laughs I have gotten poor into my soul now I'm the shadowy figure burning the world it starts with a leaf an inferno a war even the hardest down poor cant stop my anger my pain now that my wrath as been unchained
