A Question Of Pride

Cynical and vile
Is it justice or just a foolish pride?

The dimming of feelings feels so distant
I lead the sorrow away far away

In the glimpse of the morning light
I'm ready to die

Where is
The peace
Inside?
The winter reigns
This heart
Of black
No remorse for our
Our past
You cast
Your eyes upon
These crimes
I am part no more

Lurking and waiting for souls that took part in my past
Redeemed by the demons parading before my eyes

Frayed is my soul I speak yet nothing I feel
In need of a frame to give moral for my deeds

Quit of your sorrow and let now this soul to be with me
Free me and let me redeem from this outlaws within

Tonight is the night when all things must be said and done
So I come inside when tomorrow is here I'll be gone

Foolish pride