The Soul Of Sephiroth


The keeper of a frozen heart,
So cold,
So cruel,
I play my part.

A beautiful killer, I am what you see,
A demon,
So deadly,
I sting like the bee.

The wasteland which once was my soul,
So hard,
Like rock,
An empty hole.

Love, a thing unknown to me,
Compassionate,
Emotional,
Things I can't be.

Strife and heartache, I feel not a thing,
So stoic,
Impassive,
I have but one wing.

One-winged angel, yes, that is I,
So helpless,
So weak,
I easily die.

Those things you thought I used to be,
All lies,
Untruths,
I finally see.

That I'm weaker than you, weaker by far,
Pathetic,
And useless,
Like drunks in a bar.

And on this day, I finally die,
Liberty,
Freedom,
At last, I can fly.