These Four Walls

Within this moment of darkness I have found solist, the calm of the dark sets me into a state of
peace. For  many years when I sleep the screams fill my space, the souls of lost spirits seem to
roam about without confides, entering into my mind I am on the edge of sanity looking below to
the hell that we all call  home. My escape has allowed life to began amidst the chaos and deceit
of a world that for so long has the path to redeem, but is must be cleansed before it can be reborn.
The walls of this world are stained with the blood of the innocent,  I only live to desecrate the
sanctuary of faith my dreams are filled with visions of retribution paid by the one who lives
beyond the confides of earth. The thin walls of existence breath with pain no sunlight can warm
the cold damp emptiness inside this black soul frozen cold from time here. Pale is this demon my
twin I walk beside as he roams the spirit world in search of a savior, he seeks the answers to
questions too long spoken to an empty mind, the secret to life behind the veil of darkness
covering my eyes. I have walked thru the blood of man blind and bereft of compassion, all I have
loved was taken too many lies, betrayal by my own blood left scars so deep they never healed, the
perfect plan to disgrace my name and my linage cursed and condemned, watching the stars fall
into the abyss I feel at ease now the pain cannot reach this place as the clouds over my grave
produce the rain I have waited for to wash away this filth I wallow in a last chance to rid my skin
of this virus, the sickness infected me long ago when the moon was full my skin crawled thru the
corridors of time the occult called my soul, the black eyes of the deceiver stared in to mine in
service I was to the dark lord, no more in control I wanted only sin, my presence corrupted all I
came in contact with nothing pure could I find nothing good did I wish to hold, I exist in the
minds of the victims injected was the venom the  poison of my generation calling to the dark to
release us from this bondage. The fires of ever more burn for the millions to come home to the
place where no one returns, an eternity of screams filling my ears condemned released of gods
wrath banished to dwell with me and you in this sanctuary our church of burning fools who lived
of free-will a choice for pleasure of flesh and enhancement of a mind, the evil drains my body of
life, left here are the suffering ones that travel void of all emotion degenerate waste, the flesh
covers a shell. Now as the abyss calls across space and time this dream of my life has become the
story of a foolish child, why so many times have I looked away? How many have I forsaken?
Will my spirit waste away or dwell in here for eternity ? Given to weakness I have succumb to
my pleasure even if it is of blood and nothing more, I taste sin in the air and I will inhale with all
my might filling my body with the salt of my life, I peer from a key hole in the doorway of hades,
virtue slips into her bondage mask brandishing whips and chains, I am in service to her but my
dreams are still running wild. I try to run but my legs wont move, the place seems so real I
wonder if I am dreaming or is this my reality, confused I only wish to open my eyes, I cant escape
my lustful thoughts wanting to feel the lash of her whip I want to crawl to her feet, virtue was
never evident when I walked in the world of sinful glutton, but now I can see clearly she is a
ghost in the mist of no tomorrow. If I awake maybe some good will come of my dream can I be a
changed man ? Or is my blood tainted with no hope of redemption? If I never awake will virtue
sodomize my soul ? Will my lust be satisfied once and for all? I can only wait to see the answer
because for now I am still  trapped inside these four walls.

                                                                     
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