Legacy of sorrow to be grieved
My soul, constantly dismembered
I believe
But am being drawn below
The surface, so perfectly quiet
The depths never without a sound
I have been created
As a clay and fire being
My soul is dreaming
And life is what is left
I believe
Yet despite promises
I am composed of fear
My soul bereft
There will be a toll to pay
Without redemption
Only pain
No sunlight
Only rain
I exist
But my spark barely burns
I am alive
But my soul lives with a curse
