A poetic tale of agony, despair, hopelessness, death and possibly even hell itself. |
Love met with no desire Chase the pulse as it expires Maybe then I'll feel the fire Still this corpse is cold to touch Looking now out for a savior One day I may never waiver Until then I'll have to tailor To a life that's just a crutch What I sought to be was righteous Yet it ended in a crisis That is nothing more than lifeless And I've all but given up Now I wander with these morsels Of a life that's damning mortals How I long to know the morals Instead I'm choking on the cup For the drink I drank was soured And it churns and burns with power And the hand has struck the hour Of the time I had to spare Yet as I lift my hands they tremble And they no longer resemble The once valiant, mighty rebel That had longed to beat despair Now from this crypt I rise a devil With an agony that revels If my heart could only settle Into life or into death So I hold my breath and swallow Wrapped in the blanket of this hollow And I pray this grave is shallow But I fear eternal depth Shall I commit to reach the summit From the soils I have plummet May I once hear the mighty trumpet See the victories of grace But it's my mind that only bellows The damnation of these echoes Already drowning in the shadows The reflections of disgrace Now my corpse has become brittle Lined and course, torn and riddled I am seeking an acquittal But I'm the only one, to judge And in this darkness there's no telling Time nor length which I've been dwelling And still internal constant yelling Is the heart that lies begrudged It is hell I've come to linger Which I can only point the finger At myself, for living hindered If of a life I still possess For I have always been the culprit Built this prison from the pulpit And now remain here to convulse it In the afflictions of distress I have become the apostle Of the grave that speaks to fossils It was never more a gospel Just the evil I have kept Now buried, forever silenced Knelt to intercede in violence For it is loss that's drawn alliance Within the worshiping of death © GaratheDen © HeartOfBabel |