Borrowed light from the sun, Reflects upon your face, The conflict starts, The blood rushes, Your palms ache, Sweating with pain. This anger is hereditary, But when you met your match, Two souls walked away, Two bodies left to lay 6 feet under it all. All the pain and suffering. You thought you were strong when you where weak, You thought you were warm when you where cold. You proved you would take his life, If he didn't stop being so stock, You shot him straight through his heart. You played the devils game, And for that, Forever there you will stay.