Born amongst the winter months, when warmth is far forgotten
When life is but a rotten seed, or so I’ve thought so often
Grisly thoughts of memory past, which now so brightly loom
The wind brings mist from farther north, where I will be bound soon
What hath become of brighter days, with song and merry sight?
For now I roam through darkest crypts along this endless night
Where shadows grasp with lustful sights, to quell such dire want
Their glasses brim with foulest drops that turns the stomach daunt
What vile deed I abruptly struck for sternest punishment so
In all the years I’ve faced the worst, I’m still my darkest foe
And when the stars come crashing down upon my shaken frame
The man who comes to take the retched, will surely call my name
The bones do ache and nerves stay clenched, such age without the years
I’d hung my eyes from others sight, the gallows made of fears
Always less than those I’d gaze, and less than those I don’t
So cruel those gods who’d curse me so, so pray to them I won’t
No desire to lead the hearts of men, nor follow the brightest light
I’ll wander now, till sorrow comes, and all I’ll see is white…
Mirrored like craving of coming dawn
Outstretched arms of warmth and want
Quickly returns, this pain begone!
A casuistic caress underlined with gaunt.
While thy morals endlessly slumber
For my vice it takes its toll
The days of lavish have their number
Loved ones lament on my wandering soul
Though my light remains a flicker
Pulled deep down in endless deep
A split mind takes to bicker
Nevermore will these voices sleep
Stranded to reflect this cruel manifestation
The light be gone to this dark creation
You seem to be happy.