Seven years to the day "I so pale, I betrayed", Pleadings near to the idol grown fonder. Is it not enough that the these acts of debasement Grow steadily more complex? I once prayed. Now I pray to thee. Bow my head low, I smell my own filth.
A life without care I once travelled. Possessed of objective beauty, self obsessed. Droll and pretentious. Those traits I have seen grant legitimacy. Unaware, there was something that watched. A being of great craft and hate, it's venom an unending stream. It took me and made me this. Abducted. Now how it plays.
How does one ever resist that which wrests control with ease. Imprisoned. Internally pleading my consciousness leave.
Drawn down. Through quiet ways to it's everwell. What was once a house, changed to a shrine of torment. In a small statuette dwells the New Lord. Conducting my living grave. I've begged in the dust in the grey. The poltergeist smiles. This mouldering broken debris, my bed, toilet, diet, torturer.
How does one ever resist that which wrests control with ease. Imprisoned. Internally pleading my consciousness leave.
Lost. Alive with pain. Festering. In my own flesh. Finally released - unfathomable! Sunlit grass, blue sky revolves. But I can't stand any input but pain. The poltergeist smiles, I dissolve.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
