As I struggle to hold onto my mind,
I can hear angry voices around me.
"You're a traitor, Axel!" they cry. "Traitor!"
"You have betrayed the Organization!"
I try to ignore their accusations,
Trying to focus on leaving this realm,
But the familiar cries enter my ears.
Loudest of all is that fool Zexion;
But I can also discern Demyx, too,
And Larxene's piercing shrieks could shatter glass.
All of them unleash cold and cruel words.
My spirit screens them out as I focus;
Try as they might to douse my mighty flame,
The embers of my spirit will not die.