I enjoy to walk Alone in the dark As the sun falters And the moon shines and lusters Bright from its ebony coat And with every step an echo So rythmically in tune It matches my heart beating As grasp in reality Ever so loose
I ponder on monsters Who called themselves men On what twisted them to fiends And brought them to change? Is it treason that warped their hearts? Maybe a lost love who crushed their ilusion? Perhaps loneliness brought them this stupor? Whatever it is that brought them so low It destroyed their will, it broke their soul.
I ponder on love I wonder how short it tends to be And how we dwell on its loss The suffering it brings. How easy is it to feel a spark To bring us from the brink of despair Just to feel it´s mark And where there was life, now there´s air.
And my thoughts grow darker And my pace faster Anticipating disaster My eyes widen I feel as if beset by spies Who stalk from the shadows Ready to strike
And I see it... It is no spy A beast before me Clad in black Eyes in red crimson Stare sat me back It fills me fright I try to run But stand paralized My legs betray me And the beast approches With its back arched And talons sharp Holding me still With its eyes... It glared at me deeply Almost feels pity And whispers to me "I am a monument to all you hold dear For you clasp failure with a tight grip It took a form in the being that before you stands And is fear what drives forward Not any feeling of pride Deluding yourself in betterment Inside you are nothing but lies"
I came to my knees And I began to weep The monster had tore my resolve But deep within me I could still feel A shimmer, a last ray of hope I can´t let it win So I came to my feet And stared and the brute Clad in blackness so thick It could block out the sun And it´s shape had no shape It twists and it warps That piercing red stare That stared straight to my soul I said to the thing "It is true what you say It seems I can´t escape From the mire of the past The more I remain The harder my escape And the farther the distance From achieving my plans An edifice of failure Given mortal nature But mortal you are All that is mortal can die And when you do I´ll be back to life"
I tend I write a lot about demons or beasts in the dark, but I can´t help it I find the idea of something scary stalking you very effective at portraying emotion