Mark of the devil,
A symbol engraved upon his chest,
The bleeding of a virgin,
On this palter,
lies no emotion,
Summoned to pray upon the weak,
A gathering of condemned souls,
Feeding,
Feasting,
A hunger they can not feed,
Stepping into this mind,
Walls built by pride,
A shadowy induction of the nothing left inside,
Pry….
Pry…
Until they reach the core,
Blinding you with the truth,
When your heaven starts to fall,
For the God that you have called years ago,
Is locket inside this cell,
A cell rotted with fear,
A secret you shall never tell,
A battle field,
Good vs. evil,
Put your check on who might win,
Pure upon the sin,
Now living amongst the dead,
A nightmare unfolded,
Sigh of discomfort,
My own apocalypse. |
