Winds Of Plague

Once again I'm faced with myself.
Standing before the shattered mirror.
Blood drips from my shard shredded hands.
Oh God, if you are there, now's the time to answer all my prayers.
What have I done to put me here?
Dying alone entangled in fear.
I've never felt so alive, fueled by adrenaline I'll carry you with me.
Move!
Go!
The world can't slow us down.
You can't kill what will not die.
Wingspans spread to keep the world within reach.