Originally Posted by riseagainstrocks

This Is Giving In
The weight that we carry on our shoulders can be lifted if we just give in.

I’m so far from home, and now I know, that the choices I make, are truly my own

I’ll say the final prayer but it’s already too late
Death rides a pale horse, and of course, Oblivion rides in his wake

What we sought is not what we originally thought

Cleave your way through mere mortal’s in order to obtain the prize, your life, in exchange for a place in memory.

Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven.

And All I Remember Is How the Flames Danced In Your Eyes

All I remember is how the flames danced in your eyes. You always claimed you were handy with a lighter. What is amazing is that the rotted wood actually caught.

Now I’m on the wrong side of the continental divide.
I’d hide my disgust but to bide time might be careless at this point.

I desire only to see you consumed by the very fire you caused. The very flame you grew and knew would consume you.

This is not revenge. All I did was hand you the match. And maybe some gasoline. And maybe some soaked rags.