Candles once burnt in the night
But a cold wind took their light
I was cast down into damnation
With no hope of finding salvation
No one listened to be heard
A voice speaking without a word
Who could rescue a fallen soul
That could find no place to go
A gothic ghost screaming out
Like some demented Banshees shout
Crawling through the filth of disgrace
Ice cold tears falling on my face
An endless night without stories to tell
Countless doors leading to Hell
Nightmares daring to be my end
Gashing wounds try to offend
I fight back and yell "no more"
Bandage up this festering sore
Stop cutting my soul with this knife
Time to fight in the war of life
Copyright Chris Smith 2013
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Candles once burnt in the night
But a cold wind took their light
I was cast down into damnation
With no hope of finding salvation
No one listened to be heard
A voice speaking without a word
Who could rescue a fallen soul
That could find no place to go
A gothic ghost screaming out
Like some demented Banshees shout
Crawling through the filth of disgrace
Ice cold tears falling on my face
An endless night without stories to tell
Countless doors leading to Hell
Nightmares daring to be my end
Gashing wounds try to offend
I fight back and yell "no more"
Bandage up this festering sore
Stop cutting my soul with this knife
Time to fight in the war of life
Copyright Chris Smith 2013
Request permission to use this poem