My Tomb Waits
When my day is over No tear will grace my eyes No blade will grace my hands The desolate haze will form again Visions of beauty giving way to darkness To the dim corridors echoing in my mind Another pill at hand My random heartbeat sustained Understanding at last, meanings long forgotten The moments that shaped forever The small circle is my savior Opening doorways to the unknown Spiral outtakes from beyond Gray monsters exit the gates Sanguine rain flowing down the thighs I struggle to separate realities Afraid to face the creatures Petrified to taste the blood Will the grand sea open to swallow my desolate despair? Angels fill the voids with laughter A demonic presence only meant to confuse An ideal intended for the weak Their pain permits eternal pleasure Like the thunder upon the mount Or the cross to the left Their anguish pacifying the illicit cravings of the flesh Their needle etching my veins Their whips enticing the lost The throne of light lay ahead Unborn temptations enter...