And then I see this before me, burning,
Now, like a needle into sense,
There lies a blank in my vision, it blanks
Out the pain I once felt.
This fire of the heart, it grows,
To multiply the misty thoughts,
And take, from what it should not cross,
The rights and reins to emotion.
The control of rush of adrenaline,
And make that flush appear,
In place of whiteness, white on white.
From this I give my heart and soul,
To live in troubled mind and give
The everything I have,
To such a feeling uncontrolled.