I Am The CaveDweller

My soul is bound to the comfort of the night.
I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light.
Why is mine a quiet, misbegotten, cold path?
Why am I cursed, with blackness my craft?
They see in vividness, what I see in smears.
I'd rather be Blind. Never seen it more clear.

I Am The DeathEater

My path, criticized. My love, mistaken.
My truth, demonized, my intentions, forsaken.
I exist of my very own Questionable ways,
Is what they may say. But yet Either way,
they have failed to explain this lack in my soul.
An obligation to doubt someone's ways, or my own.

I Am The DreamKeeper

I only doubt the meta space where I belong.
Any moment in time. My intentions, not wrong.
Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes,
It would take to enjoy this dreadful paradise?
Designed in a way meant to love, with allure.
Reality gives me truths so morbid, and obscure.

I am The FleshKiller

My outward darkness hides radiant light.
Under the skin I’m...