How will you cross the mountain pass?
with nothing but a frozen heart.
How will you swim against the rapids?
when your brimstone heart weighs you down.
How will you touch the stormy skies?
a tempest ravages your heart.
Has your body worn out enough?
with blood flowing like sand in glass.
Has your numb mind made up its mind?
when you forgot to find its key.
Has your black soul swallowed you whole?
A chassis as fragile as glass.
Will you exist in memories
when you enter the chasm of
eternity? Or will you drown
in the nothingness that you came
from? Then where will you finally
rest your worn heart made of blue glass?