Woe is me
I, with dry tongue
Angels descend and taketh me
From this monstrous throne of impurity
Thine eyes glitter dimly in the darkness, demon
Mine heart ascends to throat, and tempo is fast changing
Hands reach forth into pools of darkness, drenched in shadows
Beads of sweat march in descent from my brow, into my open eyes



Why stay hidden in the light, pray tell
Darkness doth bid you forward
Sword of past mistakes in hand
To pierce my head with memories
That once before I had escaped


Please

If there is a God

May he once more say

*Let there be light...