Tempered.

As the world behind burns, the winds' only victims are ashes.

As I walk on, the stones beneath my feet crumble into sand.
As you watch on, the frigidity of our lives is reflected in your eyes.

The sun riseth not on wanion shores.
The cold rain pours down unrelentingly, intent on putting out the fires of the past.
The sand thickens and becomes wet mud, spraying its insults with every step of mine.

I watch as fire, wind and rain ravage my past.
I watch as the mud slows me and makes my every step increasingly harder.
I watch as you watch me with nary a shred of emotion on your face.

Eyes like tempered glass.
A face like tempered steel.

I realise then, that I am looking at something that isn't human.
I realise then, that I am looking at something that has betrayed me.
I realise then, that I am looking at nothing.

The road I have walked and am walking, burns and crumbles.
The monster at my side is walking on his own.
The direction I am heading, is unknown.

As I lament my fate, you nod and smile, but do nothing as I trudge on amidst flames, lightning and mud.
As I see you smile, I look away.
As I look away, I see that on this road, I walk alone.

The rain, fire and wind die down eventually as I walk further on.
The whole time I fixed my eyes on the horizon.
The sun was rising.

I watch as the sun's rays shower warmth on my cold body.
I watch as I see you fight your own fires, winds and rains.
I watch as I find the look of desperation in your eyes when you look at me, and I show you,

Eyes like tempered glass
A face like tempered steel.