isolation.

surrendered to self-preservation

from others who care for themselves

a blindness that touches perfection

but hurts just like anything else .

heart and soul.

An abyss that laughs at creation,

a circus complete with all fools,

foundations that lasted the ages,

then ripped apart at their roots.

Beyond all this good is the terror,

the grip of a mercenary hand,

when savagery turns all good reason,

there's no turning back, no last stand.

Heart and soul, one will burn,

heart and soul, one will burn.