Why is pain so compelling to me? Through the night I've crawled, hateful and ashamed Drowning powerless in the despair of my worst memories Confronted with and tortured by my own secrets I cannot choose not to believe, I need to know Stay close to me as this story comes to pass A momentary glimpse of the ones behind the net And the twinkling eye of the maker of the wands
Running down a slope of recollections The descending mist of a gaunt and silent spectre The coiling of nerves and the tightened hush The bowstring tension of anticipation
I have become the abyss that reflected me Sympathy or apathy if the dead could speak Holes in the heavens like the gaps in myself Crying as fantasies breed frustration
The sunrise has not come, drained of all hope Absence, nothing, a child in the dark Hearing the screams of my dying parents Witnessing the killing, touching the cadavers
A flash of sickness and the rush of speeding death The shrill high laughter of a merciless voice A murderer crushed by protective love Seven mutilations of a single soul
The pure lust for inflicting hurt A pitiless gaze atop a lipless mouth Images of my friends weaken and fade Each doubt reopening miseries long suppressed
As every promise abandons me Excruciating loss is transmuted into iron resolve I am the spark before the blaze Beyond all restraint in an instant of fury
Beads of light vibrate to the timbre of joining wills The brothers meet and the cores sing in recognition The synchronicity of two minds equal in strength Now it is I who calls you by name
Father and mother are gone and I can never be whole again Every fibre bore the pressure contorting every wound I will not die crouching, hiding, kneeling in supplication Straight-backed and proud I am the stone of your defeat
For all the times I feared to speak For all the days I dreaded the dawn For all the years I fought alone I shall give you the obliteration of the curse that disappears you like the words you have spoken!!!
As a dream of distress fades upon awakening Agony is reconciled over the creeping of time Healing tears of vindication and wisdom The graceful retribution of maturity
The boy who lived is now the man with the lightning scar The one who survived as the other diminished Beast being and spirit shall endure to testify He was a master of spells.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
