Summoned into the world with an iron fist.
Summoned Into a world whelmed in mist.
The principle, it feels like I missed.

I always inferred the world was out to get me.
So...
I performed in a way the world wouldn't forget me.

Walking at a different altitude, on my journey of solitude.

I thought I was different.
I thought I was special.
So, I made a commitment with the devil.

The lands range a chilling distance, an icy terrain pursues with persistence.

Insanity whispers deep inside my mind.
Twisting the voices of the ones I hold as divine.
The words conveyed push me into the freezing cold.
I couldn't stand to hear the final blow.

An eclipse of moths infest the clouds.
Their grinding and crunching usurps even sound.

There isn't a normal setting in this world to find.
Of this fact, It constantly reminds.

Every single day.
Torn out from the pages.
Every single minute.
An inner war rages.
Empty spaces.
Rattled cages.
Masked faces.

Shattering inside the place I reside.
The letters are no longer visible.
The line between right and wrong, a distinction long since gone.

Our worst enemy is desire.
It's the greatest of liars.
My sanity a snack.
Memories schorched black.

Burnt to a wire.
My past invaded.
Trapped in a screen.
Happiness traded.

Detained inside of a dream, I must apologize, I was living in the unseen.
After waking up from a hallucination, the truth couldn't be more devastating.

Cries wail from this cage.
Staining the front page.
My sorrow doesn't fade.
Seeping deep into a bloody age.

The sins come in twelves.
I'm standing here with a grin.
The rest will soon rebel.
Because, my head is in the process of a full on spin.

The contract of the damned, a cursed trademark extended over the years.
Sabotaging my own hand, cherishing a broken work of art in tears.

My world is drowning in a waterfall of spite.
Life was decided with a roll of the dice.

I pressed the barrel against my skull and coiled the trigger,
Splattered in the rain on the drenched ground it lingers.
Tell me what it is forming between my fingers,
When I don't even have a material figure.

I don't stop when I hear the sound of bells.
Silence doesn't build a career.
I manage to conjure up a special blend of hell.
The confusion, I left right there.

Soon, this will be, just a distant memory.
Soon, you'll see, you'll no longer remember me.

© CascadingRiver