Remaining

The night eats this feel of pain,

my embrace forgotten and left to shame,

in exile I lay alone and bare,

bleeding empty emotion upon a darkened stare.

My name echoes through the void,

unheard of by spoken voices,

bound by chains throughout my will,

forever ignoring my eager choices.

Fixed on the mark, ignited with sparks,

the flames eat out every inch of my heart.

Thy maker exists without a face,

Bloodless It lies among every part.

Death creeps fast, and slow for others,

igniting the draining well of powers,

Demons chase across the hills,

Will I survive, or will their destiny be fulfilled.

They scream out, "This too shall pass."

My veins feel the grip of the past,

it slips away like time through space.

Elate the darkness, leaving it to emancipate.

Admit yourself to the harsh reality,

lose your mind and remaining sanity,

gravity holds you against the earth,

but the evil pulls you out from birth.

I hear them calling,but I am trying to ignore,

my efforts, futile, compared to my fear,

fear of the fall, the fail and the blaming

decaying under my skin, I am all that's left remaining.

The Chosen

I entered this world,
innocent and pure.
But that has taken its toll on me.
Once I had hit the peak of my age,
indescribable thoughts started to cross my mind.

Buried deep in my heart,
It started to form.

A space, so empty,

so dark, so cold,

so in need of its filling.

Only one shall be a perfect fit.

But that, is unknown in my mind.

When will I ever grasp

this unknown entity,

to embrace my missing piece.

With a touch so meaningful,

and at the same time,

meaningless.

Never again shall I find myself

in need this mysterious element,

to dilute this gaping hole of mine.

Buried deep inside of,

not only me,

but, each and every one of us.

Unknowingly ripping apart our thoughts,

with its subtle damage,

mutilating the good,

and enlightening the evil

Evil, I am.

Evil, I have chosen.

How am I so sure?

I am not.

For deep inside me,

I have chosen nothing,

for it,

has chosen me.

Abaddon's Remains

Pouring violently out of my heart,
the blood clots around my veins.
Knowing that it is unable to stop,
but never, not once, feeling the pain.

Deafening,
the sound of their screams,
piercing the night with endless shame.
Looking around , the darkness creeps,
Filling me with a void of blame.

I hear the prayers of hopeless souls.
Your god reaches an inevitable fate.
My heart beats like a beast , insane.
and echoes out my dying name.

Death is near, hooked on your soul,
waiting for you at the orbital plane.
Scrape out my senses, one by one,
as I fall into Abaddon's remains.