Memory Of Misery

The path is endless, so it seems
The sorrows, misery, pain and fear
A road to no end, a road that goes down far
The blackened abyss of the ones who tried
Knowing it's too late, knowing there's nothing more
We fall into the endless abyss, endlessly falling

Haunted by the past of new, they crawl around to search
Their eyes stained red from the blood that bleeds out
Their hands reach out, a cry of help that no one hears
There's no one left to help, just more to join, more to pile on
A pile so high of sorrow and dread, over flowing with ones of the past
They cry out in help, they cry out in pain, yet no one hears
Not even one, even if inches away

Their screams pierce the ears of the deceased, one another
Clawing at each other they fear the worse, endless
Help will never come to ease the minds of those
Help never reaches them, no matter how fast they run
Endless the pain claws at their minds, yelling, haunting, taunting
A pity that never comes, a cry that's never heard, a mind that's never eased

Terror fills the eyes of the fallen, yet there's one that laughs
He stands alone, above the rest, on a mountain of pain
Never named is he on top, never seen, just heard
He listens for those who have done wrong
He listens to those who have been wronged
A place like none other, one like no one else

Another falls as he laughs louder, louder, evil shivers
The fire burns below, the cries grow, then dies
The flames grow larger, the smell of burned flesh blossoms through the air
The mountain grows smaller and smaller until nothing is left
Times have ceased, the deceased is gone, nothing but a memory of misery
He sits beside a fire now small, waiting and waiting

The wrong are fallen, the fallen now gone, a scent of hatred lessens
He stands alone waiting and waiting, a tick, a tock, it chimes once more
They pile up, one after another, cries of pain, cries of misery
Filling the ears of the one who laughs
They know where they are, they know who their with, but can not leave
The knowledge, the pain, the power, they can't take much more

A pool of blood drains from the bodies soon to go
Eyes of the wrong strain to see further in the blackness of hate
A fallen love taken the path of hate, showing the wronged what it's like
Thinking it's right, thinking it's wrong, their screams go unheard
Unheard by everyone but he, no one sees, no one helps, just another one to pile up
He walks around looking down, seeing them lay there screaming in agony, screaming out
He looks down and sees his reflection off of the blood of the wrong, seeing further
He falls to the ground, a scream released, now only to realize, he is in the wrong
Sudden realization, fear and pain, realization that he, he is one of the wrong