Cruel Goodness

As I walk I feel

The cold

Breeze on my face

In this place I suppose there is peace

The silence is to be broken by your coming

As the time passes my throbs accelerate

Because I know the moment that I hated comes near

This battle has to finish

With it's kingdom of pain

And fear

And as chosen one I have to apply the final strike

Your freedom in death will be the torture of my soul

Maybe I don't survive, I don't survive

There is no alternative

It's to be done

I close my eyes

So that I don't see

I feel smell of blood

Forgive me!

Goodbye!