Incapable of accepting defeat
Identity of self is unsure
Sadness in losing victory is yet bitter-sweet
Hearts and minds know what appears to be less than pure
Honesty of thoughts and visions unfold
As a heart is rent open and its contents viewed
Joys and sorrows of tales yet untold
Hopes and dreams remain unrenewed
The pristine packaging holding this child
Seems blue as the sky and as true
For under gentle caresses, talons are filed
From gaping wounds fatal images spew
Don't turn your back
Don't turn your back
On things you know you can't see
When it senses your fear
Dreams of death draw you near
Your own ignorace is your soul's very key
