Shadow of Darkness

Birth

Embodied into a world of hypocrisy
Cursed with blemishes, a fate sealed destiny
Manic infection causing your submission
A predetermined fate of ceaseless misery
You had no choice for your impurity

Injected with a comatose way of life
Now infected by continuing strife
Seclusion in a maculated world of intense hostility
Raped by isolation, you will never be free

Wounded so frequently by harsh contacts of society
Made to bleed so many times that there is nothing left
Bloodless, empty vessel, becoming malevolent
Angry at the scales of time, never could do anything
Your screaming out to die

Never a choice for your imperfection
Brought here to decay, your only destination
Made to never want to feel this anguish again
Your nothing, death is your only end
Realize that you’re a mistake,
And shall never know a joyful day
I watch you die you can’t be saved
Your birth a contract for damnation
Now trapped in this sick creation
Crying out, I see you praying
Believe me when I say your nothing worth saving

Just a Thought

Sick infected diseased experimental mistake
Lost left wandering no path to take
Sources unknown blinding, left deaf and confused
Vessel, a living embodiment of death to use

Broken down tortured rhythmical assault
Only to except this senseless fault
Sitting, standing, thinking, notion, responding to pain
Calmly asleep, awakened by terrorizing strain

Hiding, hidden, cannot react
Empty emotionless fear to attract
Letting, committing violence in systematic precision
Senses turned off, cannot make decisions

Mind and body chaotic pair
Curious awaiting revelation but inflicted with despair
Wounds turn to scabs, slowly peeling away
Yesterday gone, but it was the only easy day
Clear physical damage healing
Bleeding tormented mind dimming

Ending, forgetting the attempt to continue traveling
Lifetime of repugnant failures left waiting
Ripped, opened up, built again
Darkness covers, filling the holes with malevolence
Occupied, inhabited, stretching, wandering why
Sudden realization, one choice, to die

Gone

The new hour slowly has arrived
Debauchery entangled with it
Calling out in silence, perpetuated by a sound barrier
Unscented illusions invigorating the present
Like two young lovers, this is everywhere
Dancing with despair

For all those times feeling closer
To a power given and deceived, greater than to receive
False emotional attachment
So intoxicating while also emasculating
The reaper is still the closest
Yet time expands

Reminded of awaking after a night of self indulgence
Feeling satisfied, the day so bright
The guilt blinded by the sun
Where is the righteousness in all these errors
Lust is a reflection of love, an excuse for justifying perversion
While a gift so underrated is gone in seconds
For a faded memory of pleasure
Flower withered, scented and marked
Now all alone sitting to remember
Silence sometimes speaks louder than words