2.

Nights of terror I shivered relentlessly into a cave of diamond tears
Endless years of burning a candle simultaneously, shifting, changing me...
The revolving art of destruction,
Beholden soothsayers can rest in their vagracy graves, old bones to finite dust
Claustrophia's curse has got me suffocating
Dead hands grip my throat unable to breathe
Serpentine tongue flicks as my world comes melting downward
Remorse over fears and resentments
Mornings of madness when my insanity rose
Drummer boy at war, battle songs must rage on (even) in misery