• His eyes roll back before death.
    His face turn pale before death.
    As if a phantom on a ghostly bed
    The Angst Hero sleeps tonight.

    Nothing but bleak blood deceased
    Nothing but pain that grips demons to their knees
    " Only way out is through window of dreams "
    WAKE HIM UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE!

    Can you hear the echoes tonight
    Can you see the phantoms soar through the starless skies
    His world; falls in between eternally
    Beyond dreams and reality, into insanity

    Save him from the rain-
    Save him from the pain
    Save him for his friend-
    Save him for it's not his end

    Suddenly his body engulfed in power and flames
    Ashes of his dead memories his former self's death
    Not alone in this silent night
    He cries out to his dreadful angel.

    Opening his eyes after a long and frightful trance
    In aghast at the snow and withered rose in his hand
    Deeper in though, how long had he been sleeping
    " I must have been away for such a long time.

    Please stay with me for a long, long time!
    I don't want to be out there
    I don't tend to be alone again
    I grow sick of this passing day! "

    Wishing him to carry on
    I sought he would be fine without me
    I spoke an imperishable wrong
    I felt a Pyrrhic victory

    The angst hero lives once more
    Inside a mind of poetry
    I felt a lugubrious feeling inside of me
    Something I did so erratically

    He lives without a proper rebirth
    Storming the clouds of darkness and mystery
    His secrets are long gone for me
    Still spellbound by his art of poetry.