Inlay, the lost chasm
The shadows portray an instance,
Wandering in the chasms of Inlay, the lost
A vast landscape, where torrents of virtue
Burn in utter disgust, and lay in bitter agony
Come, ye brethren, and feel the shame
Inlay, the lost chasm calls to the lame
The lonely, come and call upon the ones
The ones, their wretched smirks…but we smile
We smile at their virtue, we smile…
Push the rage away, we continually push!!!
Is this the point, the one they talk about
Where demons are disguised in discourse
Do we get off, at the sight of the broken
Do we get off, at the sight of the broken
I call, to the One True God, am I alive
Is this the calling of ye brethren too
Do you have the same rage as I???
Do you have the same absence as I???
Push the rage away…
Push…Push…Pushhh!!!
CONTINUALLY PUSHHHHH!!!
It never goes away…
The incessant gnarling of teeth!!!
Inlay, the lost chasm you call
Tears of the fallen, have you fell
We see none, and know no more
Lost in the void of a soul…
The void…
Is this the void, once again???
© John Hayes
© John Hayes