Yet again words fly by
Truth withheld and the sober morrow approaches
Possibilities...
Infinite....
But all destined for one end.
Silence
at its loudest
Fear
at its greatest
Lies
at its weakest
Death consume thee
My goddess
Act II
This Emptiness
The Pain
There beneath the soul
it drains
The Guilt
Remains
Staining my life
of all hope of change
it stays
The Fear
The Hate
Consumes you of all
might to fight for someday
Unclaimed
This Evil
Unholy Tomorrow
Embrace.