My Abyss

The pain that it lingers.
The sorrow that it brings.
The sadness in between it,
never subsides but sleeps
From where it came from to where it grows.
A twisting branch of thorns.
A raging monster with a taste of death which,
Holds the future in its palms


To what power it holds. 
A pain in my chest, a darkness beneath.
In which a dagger it presents.
Rapped in shadows, covered in blood.
Its victim my soul its cut.
A flow of life its siphon hate,and lust.
To what it takes i must have,
That power of what my fate has touched.


To whats truth holds in the shadows of us.
Nothing brings light to whats behind us.
Where your shadow lies and rests its head.
Thoughts of when its hungers instead.
My heart its prey hunted by day.
For my soul is dark like the shadows to which it lays.
For what is right is not just.
For what is just is not right.
For this world lays in dust.


The bed that i lay the darkness that surrounds.
The intentions that i have not a soul can sound.
The pain that i yell, the sorrow that i feel.
For all alone i am, and the dreams that come forth me.    
For the blood i have shred, how steed fast i have come.
No one can come beside me, and try to pull me down.
From where i am to where they pull i am beneath them.
The abyss from which my shadow lives.