The Fire - Zatokrev

All seems to waste away

Whatever I try

The rope slips through my hands

Strong as I hold

Slowly losing my arms

Whatever I think

The needs are not relieved

So I’m cutting the rope

I move to the mountain

Where the shadows wait

Restless I’m crawling

Direction with no way

Darkness is nearer

Than ever before

I can see desire

But I cannot feed

I’m not alone

The silence’s fading

The sun goes down

Words turn to soil

Cold hands touch the melting skin

An evil face starts to pale

I’ve embraced the tree of my own god

Now I can breathe in The fire