*The Devils Grin*

The sunlight piercing through the armor,
The waves come crashing down,
Sand filling the mouths of the thieves,
When everything comes to an abrupt stop,
Never felt this cold, never knew this existed.

If the mind were this enslaved,
If the memories would fade away,
Then what's there to live for,
If it was all taken away.

Such images telling a different story,
Letters scattered on the floor of an abandoned home,
Words mean everything when there's nothing left,
Who is there to hold when everything's wrong,
The burning ground and the amount of ash,
No water to wash it all away,
Just sulfur to make it one hell of a day.

If the mind were this enslaved,
If the memories would fade away,
Then what's there to live for,
If it was all taken away.

This scene of rage and sea of red
Flashing through the early days living in hell,
Thinking of what I should have done,
Instead led by the poison of infatuation,
Incinerated, cause of defeat in every situation.

No ones there to save,
No ones there to hear your voice,
No one was ever there,
All this fiction seemed fact,
Has your fear been that elevated?

If the mind were this enslaved,
If the memories would fade away,
Then what's there to live for,
If it was all taken away.