Another shot fired in anger to speed our own demise, to aid the beast that hunts us, upon retreat from blurring skies. We suffer the pain of blood flow amidst a sea of closing doors; clutching tightly to the sound of our own screams... these words won't reach the shore. Burning down the sky 'till there is nothing left; we smother every feeling under the weight of regret. Our fists held in the air won't give us the strength to decide: What's right? Who's wrong? Where do we go from here? And as we're sinking to the bottom, we leave our anchors unrestrained; because the promise of redemption escapes us. Peacefully, I will sleep beneath the scorching sheets; and upon the ice of failure, I will dream that I am one with the flames; and in the wind, the world will hear my name.