Daggers of piercing blind my eye
for a dark taloned blade that catches my heart
and all that's left within my mind
but a semblance of truth and an empty cry.

A forest of black within me roar
with an unanswered cry of a solemn oath
and all that's left within my mind
is a sparkling thought of a wing's silent soar.

And fires of pain that burn my face
that rise above my aching need
and all that's left within my mind
is a grief less spoken and frozen in space.

For the thorn that forms within our veins,
which forever keeps us broken apart
and all that's left within my mind
is the memory of our battles and thoughts and pains.