Nocturnalze

In what was once life, will soon be death, And what was himself, There will be no more left, A broken man in silence, his life set to self destruct Will he procreate his morals, Accept the ruin his hands have stuck No deniel of inner defects No portrayal of outer blame Will he accept and control his demons? Stop the war and torture of his inner mind games He represses and turns as you try and set him free This great man he once was, is becoming harder to see

I look at the past and what do i see A little girl's struggle, she resembles me, She'd pray to wake and see the day That someone would come and take her away To only see hurt, to suffer in pain, Was this a curse or strength to obtain? This little girl lonely, knew not fear, This little girl lonely never shed a tear, Made as a burden, whether that be truth or right, To make them forget was to stay out of sight, To try and keep faith when all else fails, To accept that this life is no fairytale. Little mind wonders, spirals out of control, Pure ignorance and rejection had taken its toll To let go and grow up is something I've lear

Desolate and isolated within this barren land of dreams Thy amble apparition, emitting self contorted screams, Thy mass is but absent but appears present in everyway A grotesque figure has mirrored a portrait of thy own dismay. Whilst reality takes slumber.. Thy soul naked and exposed... This exposé of morals... Meandered by thy minds refusal to disclose

Lying here in silence, Mind adrift in time and space Realms of pure darkness, Shadow upon thy face Saith I this mere whisper, Unto thou vitious mind "Eyne but only for thee…thus Ta'en blind’ Thou touch but felt, so doth need no sight Yet I lay once more without either tonight This thirst for you... I cannot abjure, Thou nonpareil taste, The allurement so pure This burning for you I cannot abate Ignited within thy mental state

Thy nocturnal rite A chant upon crimson night Bless it be... A demonic sight To Empower thy souls No longer be blind Dark minded matter... All shards combine Our blood has been shed... Unite thee as one Hallowed words spoken... Can not be undone Dusk fade thou shadows Unto essence bestow For eternity locked Above as below

The nucleus of thou self existence, may lay of that defected... Yet all that is not…thou fail to see, result thou self fermented For within thou inner abyss…thou hand to heart forsaken… This state proclaims but nothing…dreams but shattered and taken… In neglect to see…lost thou will to strive… Why condone thee self down…when one eyne’s still alive… Thou shalt not be blind, though thou mind feel inane… Hold not times cold shades, for once more thou shall lay sane…

Conviction served for a judgment entered Non-compos mentis Fate unto thou resented The demoniac thrust of a compound potion Mind enforced with pertained emotion What twists within and burns the soul black Can only be used to obtain what u lack If one never felt this hurt The empathy... The pain... Could u grasp the clarity The strength in which obtained Forlorn moments in past turn present Purloined heart from full to crescent Light fades a crimson shadow upon this once former surface Thou darkened savor shall deem this... The purpose

Lost in bygone thought...a realm of somewhat hope... Cimmerian gloom but masked thou self distorted scope... Thy vision of the future seems but a faded dream... Hazed by perception, soul fury left to scream... An ethereal existence...destructor of thy notion... Deceiver of thy judgement, this ontic self emotion.... Now in times bygone, thy saith unto thee Thy words not be silenced, I ask thou to see, Remember thy writ..That in thou eyes not adore And in all that was will be no more? Thy somber, thy fear…in thou desire fade… Fate not be written but hands have made… Thou body but abstinence…Doth thou heart lay i

Heart of broken torment Cries of hate and pain The passion of desire Deemed mentally insane Identity diffusion Distorted face of scorn Broken eyes of sorrow Dry tears for all is torn Thou sacramental curses of the cognitive mind The snared mask of illusion Shall sever and shall bind The lucid realm has summoned Warfare to the grave Fate has been predetermined by what your shadows crave The shadows are the essence that devour self deceit Fear not the inner demon Fear leads unto defeat