So Many

What's it worth
To be a victim
While the light shines
Inside you

If your own fear
Devours you
Your own fire is
Worthless too

This is the flame
Which comes to burn
Kills you from inside
In useless grief

Compromising
Foolish gamble
Nothing but weakness
Is there to seize

All the words burn up in vain
The taste of their blood is nigh
All that's good's gone again
Why'd so many seek the next time