I can not forget my past,

the tortures of a time no more.

It is real.

The truth is known.

Now freedom is but a single light

in a cave drowning with despair.

Our wounds we stitch,

our pain we ignore,

blood trickles down our rotting arms.

Reality is but an irrelevant chasm in our skin.

Berating words puncture our mortal souls like ancient daggers,

and our perception of existence dies with the night.

Crimson red roses lie upon my shallow grave.

From the filth i shall rise.

To the heavens i shall ascend.

The gracious chorus

serenading the saved.

Eternal screaming

inside our decomposing bodies.

The silence of solitude kills us.

Spastic limbs

flail upon this wretched earth.

Crying eyes

bleed black tears.

The finish is nearing,

and I am death.