Dim light in the distance gives me no comfort. Walking tirelessly, effortlessly, to a means of the impossible, that to which seems to be never ending, never ceasing, unabridged. Just take me, whoever you are, wherever you are. I can hear your footsteps in the mud as you eagerly tread closer to me, among the storms in the clouds and the rain that falls to the ground. Rain that never stops, clouds that never move; but this darkness that never leaves. Midnight, it has taken over me, and my struggle to keep going and I’m afraid. I’m afraid of this night, and I’m afraid of my accuser.

The trees are dead! The trees are dead! We can’t even breathe a single breath of air, but do we honestly care? Animals dying, People crying, this is the price we pay for lying. Rain drops like acid, but the storms won’t be subtle, they’ll be crashing like atomic bombs dropping so casually, turning everything green into ashes. We don’t feel anything when we ****, because humans aren't worthy to fee love or compassion or any form of attraction. Why do we exist? We exist solely to turn everything green to black, like a pretentious maniac.

I don’t know what this is? This sinful feeling for her is beyond any celestial consequence, but why should he have her? He is only of flesh and blood; what if I were? She doesn’t even know I exist, or that I’ve fallen in love with her. If she knew she wouldn’t resist, she would insist that I leave this place and take her for myself. She would be mine like a trophy on my wall, whom I would worship every night fall. My will to disobey is worthy enough to cause a schism among his rules, never to be forgiven among flesh, blood and fools! I’ve made this journey for her, and now she’s mine, all mine!

Fear is living, fear is death. Fear is dying, fear is no more breath. I like the way fear makes me feel, fear never stops, fear is always real. Fear keeps me alive when my adrenaline shouldn’t, I’ll always be fearful even when my heart couldn’t. Fear makes me strong, fear makes me weak. My body wants nothing more, as it nervously tweaks. I convulse and I shake like a fish out of water, not realizing that what I do to myself is slaughter. I feel peace and I feel torn, but at least I don’t feel fear anymore.

I woke in cold sweat, but where am I? All I see is darkness in my eyes and where I lie, but there is light in this night. Is the light coming through the curtains from the pale white moon, or is it death that comes to take me away from this room? I welcome you death my old friend. My friend in my nightmares, and my friend in my dreams, you’re just as lonely as I am it seems. You come to me when I need you the most, and you leave me like a widow leaves the grave of a ghost. I’ll keep your secrets, I’ll never tell, until you return to take me to hell.

Abstention is what they seek for the out casts.
Astronomical interaction.
They dismally want you to succumb.
Crowded streets for the rats to eat.
The path to escape is set.
Climbing the sky is the hardest feat,
But somewhere out there is a soul that can’t.
Their wings only do enough for the righteous,
And they all follow like ants.
Unsure and out of place they’re spineless.
Worthy of divinity they insulate the pathway.
Their future so alone; but
drag them out like a lepered tyrant,
so they won’t poison the entitled.
Misfit, Angel.

I’ve lost my father, because I can’t understand his conviction. Has he changed, or have his emotions blinded him from this reality, or the next which he loves so much? I hate him. I hate that which he loves. I walk through these dark hallways pacing myself with no patience, because divinity burns me like the rains of a thousand suns. My brothers speak to me like a rabid jackal to a rabbit; but the darkness and the fire comfort me. I don’t need them; I have heralds, disciples, hounds. I am god! Falling like a stone in the wind, like a holocaust of lightning. King of the slums, lord of brimstone. I am with Cain, I am with Nero, and I am with Judas.