This heart.
This boiler room.
Brewing heated anger.
Furious flames lapping the souls.
A hell of discontent.
Feed off black coal....Those sinners now cold fate.
Undescribable feelings.
Of rage and fuming hate.
This winter of a boiler room.
An immortal pain.
Of the Devil's gripping hands.
Pulling down,
In a screaming wake.
Towards this boiler room.
This heart.

This heart.
This boiler room.
Motionless, cold, and wrong.
Frozen icicles, freezing the souls.
A hell of discontent.
Stare at the still ashes.... The remains of a winter's rage.
Undescribably dead.
The deep and hidden despair.
The summer of a boiler room.
The never ending pain.
Of the Devil's empty glare.
Waiting for,
The winter's return.
To this boiler room.
This heart.