Death knocks at the door
Where my heart dwells and is ready to stop,
Painful malfunction,
A life at the hands of destruction,
Hope itself leaves the soul,
Body's turning into coal,
Harsh and slow perishing,
Awoken desperation ascending,
I'm the new explorer of obscurity
Delivered through dark insanity,
Thrown back to stand on my knees,
Begging my formal god, he sees,
But his justice shows wrath
And it knocks again, the death

So I take your shadow,
Which decided to stay,
Constructed it into something I know,
These words, together we play,
And then myself can travel through,
My hundreds and our thousand moods,
We made it all, in a different parallel,
Other than our homeland hell,
Diving through foreign blood,
Touching the very core of each nerve,
Lasting for a short eternity,
Shared this momentous span,
Taking you down to something that controls me,
Pays off with negativity,
Which I consume, a daily drug,
Illuminated your naked salvation,
I am sorry

Lively and fresh,
Driven by thrill,
Opening up,
My sensors of beauty,
Let me play again,
Stop the clocks,
And figure out how,
To delay the hungry void,
As I kiss your freckles,
And teach you nothing,
An instinct of fallacy,
I will turn around, but not yet,
Eat me whole with these eyes,
****** my blinding hollow,
Tear up the lies,
I already approved,
Unchain the nemesis,
I'll crawl around your legs.

In my solitude I decided to,
Enter into trade with my dreams,
A single drop for a miraculous second,
Recall them naming it the end of every man,
Envious I ****** the light,
But for some my deed did not seem right,
Extending my shadows and finding them breath for me,
Each with his sin of endless greed,
Sanity speaks of evil,
But am I a part of it with my outsided wishes,
Hiding in forbidden depths,
Every face is unfriendly unless blank,
Painted lightly,
Disappearance through non-living,
A different thought had I,
Yet without my blood from darkness I won't rise

With this word I freeze the water you explore,
Questioning if there was ever something more,
A mirror view of days filled with sin,
A single bond, unexpectedly thin,
Although mastered I the ice,
It's mild and disappears fast,
What's been taken from me,
What I radiate,
Fails to leave a scar in your heart deep,
And I set my goal silently,
Contact yet another element in it's ******.

Easily consumed thoughts,
Saving their squishy souls,
The machine is strict about understanding,
Abandoned resistance,
Shedding the inner anger,
In places non existent,
Increment an ability to gaze into black,
And create the ornament of passive violence,
I of the deleted and replaced,
Remembers the long gone,
An undisturbed cycle,
A timeline illusion,
Aching the pitiful containers of flesh,
And only he may know the name,
Of the Caller, of the stillborn savior.

The whole and the apex of things,
In a curvy lane of made up events,
Secretly cheating on self and relevant slaves,
Trusting an artificial flow of sands,
Inverting and unfolding the tone of the Caller,
Which efforts are not blessed by hope,
Born and bred into an automated mechanism,
No chance of waking up or defeating the incorrect,
Raised questions are easily filled,
An eternally examined organism at its knees,
Fainted chaos into unreality,
Flush the shape of the caged race,
Trapped by their weakness,
Trust, truth, the inborn curse.