Enigma

The haze exhumes his path
He finds his way, for death to meet his wrath
Where the days are gone and his time has passed
Faceless trees will weep and laugh
As he drives his blade from out his back
(Out his back)
The enigma of rage drives his way
The enigma of rage drives his blade
Sorrows no more felt in his pain
His sorrows are dulled by the edge of his blade

He feels fear turn to rage
Twists the knife; turns the page
He abandons love; his mind a stage
He abandons blood; he turns the page
He turns the page

Passion before principle
He lusts for the blood responsible
(The one who carries away)
Fire of his heart ignited
Misery and sorrow dulled
His senses become tunneled
Abandoned angles gaze from treetops
Observing the struggle of the mortal flame
The cold erodes the life around him
But the flame even faster burns it away

He feels fear turn to rage
Twists the knife; turns the page
He abandons love; his mind a stage
He abandons blood; he turns the page
He turns the page

Is he responsible for the blood on his hands
When the blood burned his bridges into ashes and sand?
Is he to blame for the shame in his head
Or should he twist the knife harder until all is quiet again?