Where The Darkness Dwells
Deep down where the darkness dwells,
a heart beats every second in hell.
But behind those plain, black, emotionless eyes,
one could not tell
the danger that lurks within
his body in each fiber, in his mind, in each cell,
as he walks silently among the living.
His thoughts hide behind rounded lenses of glass,
unwittingly easier to shatter than to last.
The serpent sings softly in his sleep,
the rain simultaneously washing over the once dry dirt
and yet the fluid pain is denied a feeling,
he is never hurt.
In fact, he lives in stride,
stepping lively in every walk of life,
watching corpses dance before his eyes.
Secretly in control
yet he is not the one,
his deep heart brandishes a hole
in the center where he resides.
The key fits and it turns,
the blood burns,
within his veins like poison.
It never grows old,
he always lives on,
deep down where the darkness dwells,
and the serpent sings his song.