Cold and dreary
Pain held inside
One match of hope
Brightens the room
In the corner of my eyes
Flickering gently
Like a butterfly in harsh wind
One blow
And the butterfly falls
The flame goes out
In darkness again
How much pain
Must one heart hold
In a darkened past
Fools shining gold
fake in a world
Where lies deepen wounds
Where hearts bleed deep
Inside my tomb
Who is the dark voice
That penetrates my mind
The voice that speaks
Cannot escape
Pointless...
I light another match
I battle to protect
This little spark of hope
Against the world of torment