Living on the edge of night
Seconds pass, shadows creep
Convulsing body on sheets
Shades pulling puppet strings
Desire to cross this forsaken place
Far off redemption seen
Trudging on stone, branches lean
And the path is hiding in disdain
Worthy in any form
Only to godly eyes
To earthly irises I am despised
And fire should envelope
But fire is fuel
And passion grows
Only divine power knows
If fire burning, forward path
In a direction I must choose
Or if it will melt my soul
