Poetic Fear: Spark of the Black Fury

One small spark
from an essence so small
to release a god
I'm such a fool

From my heart
to my toes
this evil bounded
its power grows

Run away
before its too late
i cannot hold
this demon in place

I say good bye now
as it will be the last
he is to powerful
i cannot hide under this mask

Good bye my love
good bye good friends
this is the last
i cannot make amends

I am sorry for the pain
I am sorry for this war
i give my soul onto you
but for now
I am no more.