From the eyes of Mine: Tale of the Living, Breathing, Face of Insanity
Issue #2: My Demonic Soul {All Just a Dream...}
I gaze above trying to regain my control
And you look down below at the individual of whom you stole
I cannot withdraw from this path of agony and disgrace
For upon these strings I'm yours to deface
Take my life and thus release my pain
For under this forced smile hides a face of disdain
I look at the needle the source of remorse
and how a euphoric state of false bliss had led me off course
I lust towards the syringe, so tempting and right
But beneath demonic control I cry out in my plight
I hear your coy laughter as it breaches my skin
So pale and hungry unless desires of it and my master are joined in akin
Hell is a routine a** inhibitions now lost
My tears flow invisible as I complete such cost
When your limbs move against your will
And your darkest fears come out in a trilling but sorrowful shrill
There is nothing to be condemned for who you were and your path in life is reduced to less then nil
As the mind the screaming in it's cage of rust,
and can withstand no more is then reduced to dust
My lord, My king, My ruler, My God, myself
And in the end all is lost; swallowed and imploded never to be seen again
But in your darkest hour your body near a corpse is dragged from the abyss
the strings of the devil are lifted and cleared away from the mist
All just a dream as you sit in your room
As you humanly gaze upon the needle again; the needle of your doom
 Define Eternity · Wed May 12, 2010 @ 04:58am · 0 Comments |
