Burn.

Divide the lake of my senses, the blood in my veins

Quench my dark side's thirst,

Make me evil, make me hate,

So that I cry no more.

In a spiral of emotions, stabbed with knives of ice

In my own growing solitude,

I stare out of a broken window,

Make belief, my optimism.

Shivers in the night, shivers in the day,

Tears that strike acid lines,

Across a tired face,

When will I cry no more?

Fire inside me, burning my hope

My worst enemy stares back,

From a mirror, he says-

Death is the only cure.