Secret Admirer

the day i was born my life in scorn... what path do i lead what words will be sworn... no hope in my heart just the day we will we mourn... in the blood of my brothers a message shall be warned. no future to behold my story will be told... no words of the mental just a poet in gold... with a soul that will glow like a fire in the snow... the ones we believe in,are the ones we let go. no racing the clock for one day will stop... no image to renew much people forgot... the suffering that dropped the demons will rot... and the fire in the snow, will only get hot. we remain in the fire and urge for desire... we will drown in the lake that only gets higher... and bleed with the lier that made us the crier... down to the wire, we die in the fire burned for the love,from your secret admirer.