The shadows from the vultures that surround my palace of decay
darken the sky in patterns of flight.

So eager to taste the cold blood leaking from this habitat
of flesh that embodies my undying soul.

The world flies by leaving me in this room of thoughtful bliss.

My hands bleed from tearing at the walls of insanity
that are erected from drowning in my good intentions.

A tribute to many objurgations concerning
my empty promises and signals of false hope.
.
This grave I've been digging for years has no bars
nor any control on the outcome of my fate.

Only a pressing sense of depression
during these fleeting moments of solitude.

I will defeat hell once again. I will rise above.

It is written in the wax of a thousand candles.

They speak it into existence daily.

Relinquishing all animosity towards my foes.

I will turn to face them with a grin.

I will break this cycle of hurting the one's I love the most.

The demons that crawl after me will have to crawl faster.

Time is my worst enemy and I have very little to spare.

I am heading on a long ****** conquest.

and at end I will find you there.



© 2008 joshua deathdealer