Inlay, The Lost Chasm

The shadows portray an instance,

Wandering in the chasms of Inlay, the lost

A vast landscape, where torrents of virtue

Burn in utter disgust, and lay in bitter agony

Come, ye brethren, and feel the shame

Inlay, the lost chasm calls to the lame

The lonely, come and call upon the ones

The ones, their wretched smirks…but we smile

We smile at their virtue, we smile…

Push the rage away, we continually push!!!

Is this the point, the one they talk about

Where demons are disguised in discourse

Do we get off, at the sight of the broken

Do we get off, at the sight of the broken

I call, to the One True God, am I alive

Is this the calling of ye brethren too

Do you have the same rage as I???

Do you have the same absence as I???

Push the rage away…

Push…Push…Pushhh!!!

CONTINUALLY PUSHHHHH!!!

It never goes away…

The incessant gnarling of teeth!!!

Inlay, the lost chasm you call

Tears of the fallen, have you fell

We see none, and know no more

Lost in the void of a soul…

The void…

Is this the void, once again???