• Three burning souls
    Looking for a way out.
    Their here for their hatred,
    Their sadness, their doubt.
    First is the doubter
    With no self-esteem.
    She has no faith
    Or so it would seem.
    Poof and she's gone
    Turned into ash.
    Poof and she's gone
    She's gone in a flash.
    Next is the sad one
    He's crying his tears.
    Sitting in the corner,
    Mocked by all his peers.
    Up in flames
    His soul is now dead.
    Ending all the years
    That he has bled.
    Last is me
    The hated one.
    The one the others
    Love to shun.
    I wish I was gone
    But still I'm here
    Destined to burn
    And always in fear.