The wave one,who is truly evil, feels as he realizes his last breaths already been taken |
Running through the valleys of the mind Too many places, no rhyme nor reason An odd sort of changing of the season Eyes permanently shut Never again to see the light of day Nor feel the warm glow of its sun To see no gardens, only vines but of thorns No water, blood the only river found Telling is the trickle into its void Lured, hypnotized, a fatal seduction Heavy handed, a perilous grip Hands unseen, no escaping an invisible grasp Cold,forever gone what is needed to live No compassion, no mercy Terror overwhelming the senses Paralyzed,the mind numbing moment refuses to pass Chained to pain and anguish A riptide into darkness Death, black, as if a vast and forever night Resigning to nonexistence In the deepest, darkest recesses Far beyond the minds survival Drowned, blood red tears Raging rapids, carving cold stone Unforgiving are the cliffs Infinite, twisting, winding, all consuming Caverns of lost souls, incessant rambling Agony,lingering whispers, brainwashing Tortured, screams of fear, scared A face contorted, never clearly seen Driven into delusion, breeding obsession Crippling the mind,ultimately broken Willing surrender to the carnage of the soul Betraying instinct, starving for the end The truth comes There is no peace Unforgiving the coming of death |