I hide behind the veil, of powder and pencil, I live behind the will,of hunger and grief Only to become, underneath it all, a shade lighter, yet, a shade darker I am unleashed, into the night, in search of life, amongst the darkness But stumble upon, something even more, terrifying than what, I'm trying to find I only need to look,
within myself, for the horror, that is mine And stumble, to a mirror and, see the reflection, of evil itself You see, the Devil, doesn't exist, as we have been taught to know it. He is in me, and in you. For every rage, every sin, every scream, every dim, lit night that falls upon us, He is in me, and in you. Doesn't that suck?
Surpassed by the age of spheres beneath the skin of creation.
Cast down to the deepest, darkest void
Ageless insanity hindered by isolation
Morals and vivacity both destroyed
Imprisoned in the darkness of nocturnalÕs embrace
Blinded by the numbness of detached affection.
Blasphemed by the tongues of the torchÕs grace
Betrayed by the fireÕs deception
Eternally forlorn by the keepers of the sun
Driven to wander in endless night
Our souls blackened by the light we shun
We were the squanderers of light
Waking to the stench of rot and fire. Burning, gagging, vile, filth, I reach out from my dirty bed towards the rays of the moon, like the living light to a thriving flower I rise.....
Stretching my way out of the grave, I fight to live again. I stand confused, hungry, cold.....realizing one thing will make all of this pain, bewilderment and hunger go away.
I begin my quest.....the living.....they have what I want. My first step begins the journey to find the lifeblood that will warm my body. I notice, to my surprise, others who embark on the same mission.....rising, walking, living again.....