The fire casts shadows in this dark room
as chilling memories in my mind loom
It's the same every night
like a ghost it repeats my inner fights
The stove is warm, but my breath is cold
from all the untold
Tear fall, your name I call
Images and pictures run in my head
voices screaming at me saying I'm dead
The fire slowly dims
and now I have weakend limbs
I call out but no one can hear
As I cry my last tear
