Thursday, July 13, 2017

This Throne

Standing outside
Trying to look within
But my vision fades
From dreams of suicide
And nightmare of sin
This misery pervades
I am my own demon
Burning inside my shame
I can never escape
All that I am
I scream silently
In the vacuum
Of a sort of solemnity
Of knowing
I am the demon
Of the darkest hell
That wears me
Like a cloak
He rings the loudest bell
Chiming my distorted anthem
My soul for sale
But no buyer for me to sell
Who am I
But my most ardent foe
And now I am ready
To sit upon my throne
Of shattered dreams
Before my fetid path
Of destruction
And rivers of wrath
Far less
Than I deserve