| Striving amongst walls of horrid thoughts
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| Pensive corridors ramify and deplete solemnly
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| Opposing currents in the blend of life flow by
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| Incessant left hand path will never cease to sigh
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| Unearthly presences shudder out my brain
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| Inhuman is their world, sanity is profaned
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| Tears cling to my eyes and blind my sight
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| Chronologically surpassed and forged in plight
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| The darkest silhouettes weep
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| In sepulchral tones of sorrow
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| As the gates of deepest sinisters
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| Are pulled apart in a repulsive climax of shrills
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| Attempt at conveying thoughts to words
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| My tortured heart pulsates, my eyes decay
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| What’s present in my mind is perpetually incised
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| From preordained gladness I’m eternally deprived
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| Embraced to my innerself I await the night
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| Empathy’s void hugs me in the absence of light
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| What warmed my heart and lit my way
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| Is now the hatred that runs in my veins
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| Miserable sense of being burns its path deep
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| The sweet fragrance of anguish draws me in my sleep
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| The carnal lips of death press tightly against mine
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| Now my weakened soul surrenders to the undivine
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| Spiritually chanting doom In sepulchral tones of sorrow
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| As the gates of deepest sinisters
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| Confine my deafening shouts of pain |