Whee, another one! This one was, lyrically, an experiment in purely abstract poetry -- I consider it to be the tale of one brought in for questioning, but it's really up to you! Oh, and it's pronounced like the pronoun, not the Roman numeral.

Lyrics:

Demon, savior, destruction, peace.
Ice chilling fire, wind blowing leaf.

I

Adult to child, night turns to day.
Mouths are moving, nothing to say.

I

Dancing shadows with torchlight hair.
How much will be too much to bear?

I

Quivering wraiths within their wake.
How much more of this can I take?

I

The key, it lies within my hand.
For how much longer can I stand?

I

Their voices sound throughout my head.
Can I ignore what they have said?

I

This is as much as I can take.
This is the point when I must break.

I...
I...
I!
stop