If the fiery eyes
Of a burning night
Should light my way
With moments tight
Pressed against
Deaths window pane
The beads of sweat
Like rolling rain.
And if the echo
Of memories past
Should run their course
My heaving chest
To fight for life
As I fought within
My triumphs rise
Alongside my sins.
As it falls
The curtain black
The fear of death
Staring back
To where to wonder
Or to begin
Forget the triumphs
Forget the sin.