Final Conclusion

This is the last time
Hear me out
Insanity peers
Worst fears come to life
Silent enemies revel
A deer in headlights
Molten heart
Dried-up wells of tears

This is the last time
Hear me out
Mind prison
Visceral love
Guttural whispers
Divine blessing
Eternal damnation
Abysmal gaze

This is the last time
Hear me out
A longing past
A sorrowful present
A dreary future
Never was
Never is
Never will be

This is the last time

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