Woe is me
I, with dry tongue
Angels descend and taketh me
From this monstrous throne of impurity
Thine eyes glitter dimly in the darkness, demon
Mine heart ascends to throat, and tempo is fast changing
Hands reach forth into pools of darkness, drenched in shadows
Beads of sweat march in descent from my brow, into my open eyes



Why stay hidden in the light, pray tell
Darkness doth bid you forward
Sword of past mistakes in hand
To pierce my head with memories
That once before I had escaped


Please

If there is a God

May he once more say

*Let there be light...

People become...
...and that's it
There is nothing less complicated
Than understanding this
Or rather, accepting it

There is no below or above
There is only the middle ground
From where first thought is cast
But not set in permanence

There was never a bronze lining
Nor was there a gold one
Just a dull silver
From where we all begin to become

Life cannot be measured
Because the past doesn't exist
And the future is now

I hope that it hurts
When I spill my guts to you
At least I still feel