Tomb Of My Loneliness
Black river I cross,
Salt trails across the grave.
Piercing my deepest wounds.
Serpents temptation guiding me,
Black sharp talons engrave my birth
onto my tomb of loneliness.
Enter my tomb if you dare.
Chained and bound,
Six feet deep inside this prison of darkness,
I rest.
Sick and weak from my condition,
Memories seep into my unconscious,
Inject and poisoned my mind.
So I swore on the razor,
As cold life crept through my veins,
These dark nails of death,
Dug deep inside.
Spoiled by the serpent,
This mindless tomb of hope,
Falls to the deepest realm.
Rusted faith crossed my soul,
Deaf to the vision of time;
Mind slumbers too deep,
Into rest.
In my heart, a bare-less prison.
Discoloration; optical illusion.
Tunnel vision; Sunset fallen...
Breathless in deception.
And decays...
Consumed by darkness, I’ve fallen.
As liquefied pillars of salt
Seep down this lifeless tomb;
Numbing sensation coils around me.
Bare, I have fallen,
I have fallen six feet deep in decision,
Given up.
A desperate silence
Echoes outside the doors of death,
Hear my cry.
Promise you won’t forget me...
(2005)
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