Blackend Flame

My burnt feathers break
down to the ground they fall
like leaves in autumn

from their ashes I see death
the dead hope of my old life
being ript apart

and spread like splinters
parts of mye blackend heart
darken by tears of faith

a faith that never was
I stand alone in the shadow
lonley in the dark

and the hate get ground
a power so big I can't let go
from within I unlease it

the wrath of my youth
every part of my body burns
the darkest flame comes

destructive and crule
it flowes through my wains then
licking my skin

like fever I felt it grow
growing like a flower at spring
letting nothing stop it

before the sun gives it light
the light gives me strenght too
but where the flower lives

I am doomed to die
but no sin have I made without
of one that is being me

myself is never good enough
so why try to be someone else
when I only want to be

the one I have allways been
myself wholy and alone here
in the darkness

that have lighten my fire
a flame much stronger than dawn
giving not life but death

I have becomed whole
but every part of me screams
that I have died

a death incarnated
the white angle of fire burns
everything in his way

even his own self
trapped by emotions far gone
he playes his last tune