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Black Craft
I lay in agony amidst the whispering sounds of decay echoing beyond the walls
Alone in search of solace for the soul, whimpering to cut the final frayed strands of sanity.
For the voices dilute the mind’s recollection of reality
Where emotions run rampant, and reason starts to fade
For a vile heart may no longer keep its demons at bay
In the light if my mind’s eye, I succumb to the vibrant fantasies emanating from within
Now that the frontier between man and monster runs thin
A virus which withers away at humanity and renders the mind stagnant
Left vulnerable to envelope a perishing vision of sanity, unafraid to traverse the grotesque realms of endless possibility
A frame of mind where dreams submerge into the either of reality
My scars have been opened to the world once again
Coils of the serpent unwind, and dissipate my venom onto the blood of mankind
It is the raw, unquenching feeling of hate towards those who left me to fester alone
Everyday I can still feel the chains pulling me down
Left to accept death as my ally all along, as if I was born in a burial gown
Freeing me of my tears was the seclusion I witnessed when engaging in my fears
The vivid sensation of knives at my heart, or shards of brittle bone all torn apart, leads me to practice in the dark arts
One day you too my love, will know that the essence of divinity does not call from above
Grazing her eyes to close, remnants of a grey ghost dissipating onto the floor, I caress the frozen face of the one I once adored.
Her lips turn blue as blood runs dry, even though she is gone, I cannot bring myself to cry.
Alone in search of solace for the soul, whimpering to cut the final frayed strands of sanity.
For the voices dilute the mind’s recollection of reality
Where emotions run rampant, and reason starts to fade
For a vile heart may no longer keep its demons at bay
In the light if my mind’s eye, I succumb to the vibrant fantasies emanating from within
Now that the frontier between man and monster runs thin
A virus which withers away at humanity and renders the mind stagnant
Left vulnerable to envelope a perishing vision of sanity, unafraid to traverse the grotesque realms of endless possibility
A frame of mind where dreams submerge into the either of reality
My scars have been opened to the world once again
Coils of the serpent unwind, and dissipate my venom onto the blood of mankind
It is the raw, unquenching feeling of hate towards those who left me to fester alone
Everyday I can still feel the chains pulling me down
Left to accept death as my ally all along, as if I was born in a burial gown
Freeing me of my tears was the seclusion I witnessed when engaging in my fears
The vivid sensation of knives at my heart, or shards of brittle bone all torn apart, leads me to practice in the dark arts
One day you too my love, will know that the essence of divinity does not call from above
Grazing her eyes to close, remnants of a grey ghost dissipating onto the floor, I caress the frozen face of the one I once adored.
Her lips turn blue as blood runs dry, even though she is gone, I cannot bring myself to cry.
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