The Funeral Pyre - Victims

No more will I fall victim
To unwanted emotions
A heart so cold, a color of black
Not a shadow lighter, for weakness
Will rise to the surface
Why is a body plagued with this?
Enough pain to crumble the human mind
This time, the tables have turned
For a soul that is so filled with hate
Will endure, will endure
Give me the will of martyr
To prove a lesson learned
Help me remove this
From my stream of blood
A pain that yields fear
Do I fear what lies ahead?
Neglect that feeling of weakness
There is no option
An open mind brings me to rest
Nothing less