They say there is a light. Sometimes I can see it, shining so bright, a beacon of hope the reason for my plight. I reach out at night, feeling for the warmth. But all I touch is my horizon. I listen out at night for the sound of a God I once believed in But all I hear is lasting silence. An amaranth will never fade, true enough. But that doesn't mean it won't stain and crumple. Woe for the fallen For the righteous path they have lost Woe for the fallen For they find themselves lost in a dark wood. Where the clear path is lost to them. In a panic they rush forth plunging deeper into their self consuming darkness. Woe for the fallen For they are ignorant of their own folly They throw themselves into darkness They expect to find comfort in the sorrow. Woe for the fallen, for they cannot find the light. And like a disciple of the witness They judge upon their sacred eye. But did not their own God, who they cry out to at night say to them, to fix yourself before trying to fix others? I look at the mirror and shudder as I see th reflection in the mirror of me. Fallen from grace battered and bruised. Where is MY saviour, does he hate me? Why did you take it all? Everything that was good in me? You knew the darkness that lingered in me. You knew the sorrow I had chained up inside of me. Yet you stripped away my light. You broke the chains, and in doing so chained me up inside myself. Ill concieved justice, O better to be dead than this. As so many times I have stared into deaths face. So many times I have looked into Hell. And even they would not bear me. Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. A cold pit of darkness, an apathetic shell. Lo, behold that which is my mind. Look deeper, and find the dying flicker of a light, coming from a fragmented and coreless soul. And my spirit, vacant, vanished, that with malevolent desire fled this shell and left for Hell, Becoming one of the very people that torment me. They tell me that I have a choice. But I have tried every path, and all lead into the void, I have found dolitude my best ally, sorrow my only strength. The isole prevails. Believe me when I say it's not this skin but the stranger living deep inside. Deep down in my own blood I'm sure be free. Although I'd be cold, and surely sould not see a thing. But maybe all that matters not, I might even remember what I forgot. The reason of it, and of it all, the rise and yes, for sure, also the fall. So dark is my light, The demons were so right, to leave me here. Step into my darkness. See life through my eyes a moment, if you dare. I lay it in your hands, incase you understand. But tread lightly, and be brief, for the clear path is lost And you would do well not to lose yourself. Feel my sorrow, just for a moment. And true woe you shall understand. Can I call this my curse? Or is it just my own folly, at wishing to be something I can be no longer. Step into my life, if you so chooose. But if you must, I have but one thing to say. Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate ___________________ It's not finished.
