Light the way out of this darkness
That cradles me in its arms
Break the binding chains that hold me
Stifling me and causing harm
Help me reach just high enough
To catch an angel’s eye
And lift me from this misery
That has become my life
Tis naught
But death that persecutes me
Veiled in wispy robes
Cut from boughs of fir
Kindling for my soul
Curtains of eternal darkness
Cascade, ever closing upon me
Silently bending my will
Into a “damned submission”
Subjugating my destiny
Hastened my thoughts
Alas, fleeing down this now dead life
Malleable to condemnation
Beelzebub has dismantled my cross
Heavy-laden the storm clouds loom
High above the chaos
Deeper and wider the chasm swells
Like billowing sails of the ships of old
A siren’s song drifts with envy upon the wind
As the hoards prepare to feast
The blood moon drips apparitions of fear
Infiltrating the deepest of shadows
Once every 5000 years the hunter is set free
Mayhem holds the key to destruction
There is nowhere to hide
As even the dark cowers
Legion pierces the silence
I lost my way
I lost my mind
Where could it be
I’m out of time
Had I only known
I would have done better
But, now I’m alone
Out in the weather
Storms are pounding
Inside my head
Lightning strikes
I should be dead
Desolation, despair
My companion now
Wounds on my skin
Lost is my Tao
A warning to those
Upon the wrong path
Turn quickly – go home
Or suffer the wrath
A menagerie of melancholy emotions
Confounds the dreamless state of mind
A whirlwind of images lost at sea
While storm clouds scamper by
Incarcerated within unscalable walls
Hiding away from the world
A conscious that’s broken and can’t be repaired
My demented state – unfurled
I bathe the canvas with heartfelt tears
Colors of dreams born of fears
Heavy, heavy the burden lies
Across the land – across the skies
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Fields of lilies dance in the wind
NO! Beckon me back with prickly skin
Enhance my vision allow me to see
Brush strokes of what my life could be
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Escape in the art of these fingertips
Lashes upon lashes from evil whips
Screams of passion on the medium pour
Pigments of this soul – settle a score
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Never the light of day will it see
A masterpiece? It wasn’t meant to be
Mortality of a man who knows
The drapery falls to hide my woes
Woe, to the eyes that saw me
In the lackluster, deluge
Of yesterday’s dream.
What sayeth thee?
Ye of night vision
And chilled, blackened stares?
Are thee an owl?
Perched high above
And watching for human pray?
Whilst the stars witness
You prowl within the mind
Wreaking havoc upon those
Unwitting, and unwilling souls.
You are the embodiment of screams.
Nightmare flees when
You infest the scene.
You are terror incarnate – Azrael.
