This is the End.

Tie your hands with the love you claim to have
Wrap your inner fire in the way she used to make you smile
You are not allowed to hurt her; family bonds garrotte you.
The muzzle flash blinds your demon
Turning over a new life, a new life
Sinking into the concrete, a broken toy soldier for your child
An hour crawls, sirens screaming grief
Flatline.