darkness bane

 
my darkness breed
inside the scepter set
my marrow tested
I would rise

the ascension of my soul borrowed
would break free from the Gaul
my ancestral home of nothingness
where I shy from being crown

I die inside the weight of being
pretenses meaning everything
the art of pretending outweighing normalcy
it is commonplace to feel so I feel not at all

darkness of the manner sucked the life from me
teaching me to be as cold as marble
unflinching in the stare of the mongrel

my dark bane of thought not withstanding
I see the bleak and realize I am becoming