How can one think when one lives in darkness…

I used to serve the world until I was betrayed…

And now all I see is the darkness of my coffin… No light, no breath, no love in this place… I wait tormented by my past and the will to redeem myself…

          I used to love and even she saw no hope to me…

And that has caused my soul to wonder and I try to sleep…

I can't think, but I only visualize what happened to that poor child…

My love how long has it been? Too many years to feel in the flow of time…

          My mind makes me wary I am tired of thought, tired of these nightmares and I am tired of life all together…

My love, why did you not take me with you as you fell into the forge of death and burned for your own sins?

          One thought does but play on my mind, why did he not leave me to die?

Now I suffer. With an arm that could crush wall and a soul that would scare even the lord himself…

          This is my torment I am Vincent Valentine, Now you to now my suffering…and torment…

Crusade Fireangel