I will not drink the darkness, I will not lose control. Yes, time consumes us all, but I am strong throughout and I refuse; I must. My souls on fire, yet my body holds, my mind has left me, but my body holds. Tomorrow will surely come, I know, with new surprises and new hopes, and I know I must go on.

If I drink I win, I'll be unstopable, but no no; I wont. I know once I do the pain will stop, and I will walk without fear wheresoever I go; what creature will then stand against me that I cannot destroy? No, I know I musn't; I won't.

Why be strong if I can't feel? That's the price it's worth and well, it's just not something I can afford. Why should I? I won't. I like being just human; I can't afford this either, but somehow it works. Yeah I've been through a lot, but look, my body holds.

My heart, the traitor, doesn't even feel like beating no more. Rest easy my good friend, but don't forget to go on. Yes, a traitor and a friend he is, but damn, I love him so, that's probably why I always listen even when I know he's wrong. He doesn't think he's strong, but he's wrong, he's wrong; he makes my body hold.