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I am salvation, for I am damnation.
I seek peace, yet I lust for war.
A balance cannot be achieved,
for I am lead by fluctuating powers.

As if it were a narrow bridge, I cling to sanity.
Over the sides, the sheer drop beckons.
I feel the pull of reason to one side,
and the pull of desire to the other.
I am drawn both ways,
for both paths plummet toward madness.

The fall is far, the landing shan't be soft.
A grim fate pulls me down,
though still I cling to the bridge:
Immortality is a harsh mistress.
No release is offered by death.

Immortality drew me forth
With an intoxicating promise
That I would never die.
I heeded not the warnings.
I asked not the price I had to pay.

Between chaos and orddr,
A ceaseless battle is fought.
Their battle exists within me.
The battles etch away it all.
A mind is a terrible thing to lose.

With each day the heat grows stronger.
The flames are growing nearer,
but only I can see them.
The bridge is burning, I want to scream.

Should I defend myself, the bridge will crumble.
But I must not submit.
I have neither a voice nor a name.
The end is near, and yet so far.
I am not a god,
mortality has forsaken me.