When I become blind and weakened by the darkest fires of the night,
The one piece of sanity I see is the strength, your heart;
The hope you have imbued within the hollows of my soul.
Though my heart flies through the shadows of mortality,
I am immortal in the moments when I am captured in your eyes.
With the twisted melodies my heart and mind craft;
The psychotic twists of disturbed nerve and pulsing vein,
The only song that rings clear in these deafening screams,
Is one that taught me to seize the day, that life can be beautiful;
All you need is to stop and look to the stars.
At times the hope and strength may seem to waver,
Dancing along the embers of taunting dark fire.
It dangles and singes in reckless abandon,
And we both feel lost within the smoke of our delusions.
Then, the blood-stained moon rises above and lights our path,
Revealing our past, reminding us of what we've overcome.
In this tainted light, we stand tall, daring the dark fire to burn brighter;
Challenging it to lure