As I
struggle to hold onto my mind,
I can hear
angry voices around me.
"You're
a traitor, Axel!" they cry. "Traitor!"
"You
have betrayed the Organization!"
I try to
ignore their accusations,
Trying to
focus on leaving this realm,
But the
familiar cries enter my ears.
Loudest of
all is that fool Zexion;
But I can
also discern Demyx, too,
And
Larxene's piercing shrieks could shatter glass.
All of
them unleash cold and cruel words.
My spirit
screens them out as I focus;
Try as
they might to douse my mighty flame,
The embers
of my spirit will not die.
