Roads of No more Mist

Sparks in between
Fear and Excitement written all over this body
These brutal stains describe a sense of anxiety
Can't take what is all inside here.

Headaches & Future hopes.
First Traces of the Missing smile.

Willing to everything, willing to nothing
There's nothing to lose, nothing to look up to
So much to gain, so much to spend
All to believe, all to fight for
Risking it all, my chance..

The Last Have Come.

Should I just become
What I'm most afraid Of?
What if I am already
Then it's all done.