Resentment spirals into a state of loathing,
A waging war as the voices inside my head
Contemplate the complexity of a twisted notation.
Forgiveness our perpetual theme, a miscreant in abstract form.
To forgive I must bear the scars that were carved within me;
To forget I must paint the past into a hollow existence.
But to forever resent, I condemn myself
To a cage spent in eternal despair.

A burdened consciousness for a guilty crown,
A throne of thorns for the wolf in bliss;
Bestowed and veiled with royal blood,
Hallowed be thy serpents tongue,
Stitched and sewn, a kingdom bound;
This wretch a corpse, your newfound queen.

A blank canvas, we paint our existence into the span of eternity. The ironic narcissism as one bleeds out, creating immortality in their own image.

Within thy locked doors to a barren hollow,
lost behind such cobwebs old.
The decrepit memories that once consumed,
have forgotten such horror stories told.

Left in limbo the divine shall dwell, who
Where tossed again into this place called hell.
The eerily walk up above, who resemble
The souls that we once loved.
Carved in flesh these sins we bare,
With a burden of hope that was never there.
Thirteen trumpets sound as the black bells ring,
The cracking of whips as the bloodless sing,
To the rotting carriage that doth now appear,
Screams from the abyss as the dead cower in fear.
Stained in blood, and trimmed with black and gold
Fashioned for death to bring in the life’s of old.
The stitches swan through lips they weave, the void now
Gone as the dead now grieve.
Wronged I am a man now pleas..
A Grinning stare as death doth tease.
Fare thee well you wretched things, in hell you’ll dwell and
Live as king’s eternal life I give to you
A loving home with a prodigious view.
A cackling laughter echoes with thunderous  
Roar a glimpse into the heavens as death climbs from the
Abyss once more.
****** we souls, divine we few,
Into the fire these lives we threw..
Unlovely realm, unloving tomb
A wretched existence now filled with gloom.

I awake beneath the midnight hour.
A barren scene, but I do not cower.
I stand alone, amongst the stars.
Bare I stand as I shed my scars.
The winter cold beneath my feet,
steadily, I await that final beat
Concluding breaths escape with ease.
A lasting thought as Death doth tease.
One last look to the stars above
Forever a portrait that I shall love.