A click to ignite,
and charge my craft,
to roar to life,
and tear that draft*.

With a feel of disgust,
I tore my darkness,
that Armour of evil,
to guide me to success.

That game of life,
and death I played,
trapped between two doors,
having everything unpayed.

As I drifted,
along that cliff,
making that duel,
hard and stiff.

As that teardrop,
rushed pass my face,
just like my life,
had lost its grace.

The finish line ahead,
appeared to disappear,
as we ran parallel,
to loose life like a tear.

I stumbled down,
ran out of control,
that mistake I made,
made me loose my soul.

Drowning in the dark,
I had nothing to do,
cursing my life,
for what it had made me do.

I’d lost it all,
my life and soul,
smeared by fear,
vanquishing my role.